tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28464200.post3111528091378334496..comments2023-10-24T20:47:13.885+05:30Comments on The Spaniard In The Works: Eunice de Souza: 1940-2017Space Barhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08251329008160756254noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28464200.post-59110931003178403332017-09-11T14:50:05.905+05:302017-09-11T14:50:05.905+05:30Thanks, Vincent. Yes, that one is my poem. :-)Thanks, Vincent. Yes, that one is my poem. :-)Space Barhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08251329008160756254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28464200.post-38065302549659436692017-09-10T15:58:25.166+05:302017-09-10T15:58:25.166+05:30I guess this one is yours:
From you I learnt
to w...I guess this one is yours:<br /><br /><i>From you I learnt<br />to winnow words<br />give them room to breathe<br /> silence in which to grow<br /> grass-wild.<br /><br />A single flower<br />at a difficult summer's end<br />will bloom fiercely<br />and for a long time.</i><br /><br />This I learn from you today and find it relevant, as if an angel's wing has brushed my face with reassurance. I have rather a lot of words to winnow, they need weeding. <br /><br />It is a lovely poem. I'd like to see more of yours.Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.com