TGIM

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One of the Butterflies

by W. S. Merwin

The trouble with pleasure is the timing
it can overtake me without warning
and be gone before I know it is here
it can stand facing me unrecognized
while I am remembering somewhere else
in another age or someone not seen
for years and never to be seen again
in this world and it seems that I cherish
only now a joy I was not aware of
when it was here although it remains
out of reach and will not be caught or named
or called back and if I could make it stay
as I want to it would turn to pain.

Comments

  1. LydiaJanuary 25, 2010 at 1:47 AM

    Great art!

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  2. UnknownJanuary 25, 2010 at 5:46 AM

    A wonderful sentiment and fab art.

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  3. UnknownJanuary 25, 2010 at 8:36 AM

    I know...isn't that photo a hoot??!!

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  4. RudeeJanuary 25, 2010 at 9:04 PM

    The photo reminds me of the movie, Chocolat. In the last seen, there was a winged woman dancing at the festival on Easter Sunday.

    The poetry is haunting.

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  5. RudeeJanuary 25, 2010 at 9:04 PM

    and that's the last scene. ugh. tired tonight!

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  6. UnknownJanuary 25, 2010 at 10:32 PM

    Glad to know you are still fluttering around. Always a pleasure.

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  8. Erin DavisJanuary 26, 2010 at 12:22 PM

    What a fantastic photo. I'm always delighted by what I find here.

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  9. Tina L. HookJanuary 29, 2010 at 7:53 AM

    How beautiful and true. It is always such a challenge to be in the present. The window to happiness is right now.

    I can always count on you for my poetry fix.

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