“Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life…
…ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait...”
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this picture, that poem; perfect.
ReplyDeleteI agree. A gift of novelty-- in all the times I've driven over this river I have not noticed these ice formations.
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