Thursday, October 14, 2010

24 hours of rain

...I am sister to the rain;
  Fey and sudden and unholy,
Petulant at the windowpane,
  Quickly lost, remembered slowly.

I have lived with shades, a shade;
  I am hung with graveyard flowers.
Let me be tonight arrayed
  In the silver of the showers...

Dorothy Parker
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  1. E. StudnickaOctober 15, 2010 at 9:23 AM

    I love that line... "I am hung with graveyard flowers." It's sort of hopeful and hopeless all at once.

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