Originally posted by JigtieAppreciate your full blown sensitivity to this paraphrase from T.S. Eliot's, "April is the cruellest month"... a promise of rebirth, hope, etc.
I like this post. Wicked on the senses, but I fail to see the cruelty in the
promise of another spring. I would be much interested in the thought
behind that. Am I reading it wrong (stupid me), or is it an interesting
conflict in the wake of your love for winter vs its humiliating defeat to dawn
of summertime?
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI've seen ugliness also... sometimes, of all places, right here in ye olde RHP General Forum.
I've seen beauty...
I've seen beauty in my lifetime... seen winsome children so intent and serious in their play... seen timely resolution of impossible positions
in chess games... seen early buds on bare tree limbs holding cruel promise of another spring... seen my dear wife walking across the room.