In the fog we drift hither
And yon over the dark waters.
At last our little boat finds
Shelter under a willow bank.
At midnight I am awake,
Heavy with wine. The smoky
Lamp is still burning. The rain
Is still sighing in the bamboo
Thatch of the cabin of the boat.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Smiling • Writing • Dreaming
Heart of gold, stardust soul. Wearing a smile like a loaded gun.
Welcome to home made, vegeterian, healthy & kids friendly recipes
I do not TRUST, I BELIEVE. 😄
Smile. I write my feelings. true and honest and simple.
As hell's beverage hostess, I hereby reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. That said, you are all banished.
Avid Writer, Reader and Coffee Drinker
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Finding Me
Reading and dreaming
Fiction Made Real
...in My Mind's Eye
whispers & screams & in betweens
The writing and poetic musings of a creative eccentric
Now anything with little boats and river banks or Lakes and I am in love with it all.
Not bad things to be in love with.
I have always had a fascination for them. Leonard I wish you a very Happy New Year when it arrives in your part of the Word, and thank you for all the support you have shown me. Take care, Anna.
Thank you, Anna. May comfort and joy be with you this year.
I am cocooned in that little cabin, smelling the rain on the thatch…
Not a bad place to be methinks.