pansies
i love the pansies, meek and mild;
they sooth my nature rough and wild,
they breathe a perfume in the air,
which drives away all doubt and care.
in winter's season when you go
to sleep beneath the ice and snow,
i'll wait and watch 'till sun and rain
shall bring my pansies back again.
oh pansies rare, with varied hue,
my heart shall ever yearn for you;
i'll treasure you through life, sweet flower.
and love you every day and hour, --
and when i leave this world of care,
and make the journey over there,
i'll know 'tis heaven, when i see
my pansies, looking up at me.
by e. f. hayward (1866-1927)
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greg and i were supposed to attend a poetry reading today at south street seaport (poets afloat), but a fledgling robin interrupted our plans.
two neighbors found him on the iron grating of our garbage bin and brought him to the courtyard hoping he would eventually be able to fly away, but when i saw him he looked very distressed. another neighbor noticed that his feet didn't look good and he wasn't able to stand properly. we decided to take him up to the wild bird fund. i hope to hear from them in about a week as to how he's doing.
afterwards, we went for a bike ride . .
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and lastly, this morning chanda attended her friend's graduation at mt. holyoke:
