In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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To A Skylark

"Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art."

 ~ PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
{Hear their Song}
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1 comment:

Kat said...

(Can't believe I haven't commented here yet...)

*Love* this poem and *wonderful* to get to hear their song! Thank you, most delightful of sisters!

June 8, 2011 at 8:08 AM

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