Wish I was there . .
My passport is ready and I can be packed in minutes.

17 September 2010

Pictures to Escape By

When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,

I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll build.

But first I'll shrink to fairy size,
With a whisper no one understands,

Making blind moons of all your eyes,
And muddy roads of all your hands.

And you may grope for me in vain
In hollows under the mangrove root,

Or where, in apple-scented rain,
The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit


Escape written by Elinor Morton Wylie (1885 - 1928).

Pictures take July 2010 at Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens.

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Expat Traveler said...
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Expat Traveler said...

Just to let you know your email account was hacked into! It's the one with some contacts of me Christina from Canada etc..