Saturday, April 25, 2009

In Words


Words brought to this mind
What is perceived as harsh or kind
Be it thought of time present or past
In words its memory shall be cast
When a feeling bears no define
The description be ever sublime
When a knowing in silence heard
Spoken be the divine WORD.


Rose Marie Raccioppi


 The Day Dream, 1880, .Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882.

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5 comments:

  1. UnknownApril 25, 2009 at 8:30 AM

    This is a complex idea that's elaborated in a clear & lyrical way-- well done.

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  2. joanne pellone novackApril 25, 2009 at 10:42 AM

    Rosemarie, beautiful. Definitely truth.

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  3. Rose Marie RaccioppiApril 25, 2009 at 3:06 PM

    Thank you John and Joanne. I appreciate your responses.

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  4. Rosaria WilliamsApril 25, 2009 at 7:20 PM

    Hi. Thank you for becoming a follower. How did you find me? I'm familiar with The Wind and the Willow, a beautiful book we have enjoyed around our house. I'm glad to follow you as well.

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  5. Rose Marie RaccioppiApril 25, 2009 at 8:52 PM

    The pearls when strung make a necklace of beauty ... and so from John Hayes onto you... Thank you for all you do.

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