Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Tangled

The mind I love must have wild places,
a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass,
an overgrown little wood,
the chance of a snake or two,
a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of,
and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
~Katherine Mansfield
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