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Garth Ogle <GarthO3>

"Techie, Musician, Orthodox Christian, Scholar. Webmaster for Samuelson's Diamonds of Baltimore"

	Of Monks and Roses	132 dagen geleden
	Looking at Arrowrock Photography brought to mind this poem, found at Visiting and taking Photographs: St Gregory Nazianzen Of all the ancients, You I think I could live with (some of the time) comfortable in you like an old coat sagged and fraying at the back, (its pockets drooping with important nothings like string, and manuscripts of poems) perfect for watching you off your guard, rambling round your country garden, planting roses, not turnips, contrary to the manual for a sensible monk; master of the maybe; anxious they might take you up all wrong; shaking your fist at an Emperor, (once he had turned the corner out of sight); every foray into speech a costed regret. Your heart was like a spider's silk swinging wildly at the slightest breeze, too tender for this tumbling world of mountebanks, and quacks and gobs, but tuned to hear the distant voices of the singing stars and marvel at the mercy of it all.
	geplaatst door Garth Ogle