Golublog: An Anthropology Blog

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, The finger points look through like rosy blooms: Your eye smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass, All around our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kincupfields with silver edge, Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorne [...]

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