Wednesday, June 17, 2009


a poem by Amy Lowell

You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.

Amy Lowell


Mrsupole said...

Hi Yoli, coming by from eejit,

I am shamelessly promoting a project at my website for everyone to see.

Just click on my name and then I will also ask if you will join me to shamelessly join in and promote it too. The more who join, the more shamelessness for us all. This should be fun for everyone and we are doing something good.

God bless.

Unseen Rajasthan said...

Fantastic Photograph and lovely thoughts !! Great one..Unseen Rajasthan

Renee said...


I love your banner. Is that from that movie Emelie?


Ladybug said...

Ah, Joe and Marilyn and the poem is beautiful. LBx

Renee said...

Yoli I bet that your mother in law loves you to bits.

I am sorry that she has to deal with this. It is not easy.

Any news on the baby?

Love Renee xooxo

Gillian said...

Joe and Marilyn. Awww!
Opposites attract.