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the taste of clouds today the clouds danced close against fields too young to reap. so close it seemed that with just one extra-ordinary leap you could touch them with your fingers as they sailed serenely by; you could taste them with your tongue stuck out and lick them from the sky! oh, I have hurdled heaven’s vault; with joy I’ve raced the wind in naive dreams; too young to reap; where everyone ascends! yet lately, though I’m older and I stoop beneath the sun, I keep waking in the night, the taste of clouds upon my tongue!
from: At the Water’s Edge |