blog de maraki

hello Liana, some new old verse of Keats for you, that come in my mind every time I look out of my window & in front of my desk
and in front of all the pictures of children & grand children:

But ther are times,
when those that love the bay
Fly from all sorrowing far, far away;
a sudden glow comes on the nought they see
in water, an earth, on air,but poetry....