A photo from a friend,
three yards of cotton jersey beckoning to become something,
and a snippet of a poem that kept echoing in my head
have somehow become the beginnings of a dress.
Lo! the most excellent sun, so calm and haughty; | |
The violet and purple morn, with just-felt breezes; | |
The gentle, soft-born, measureless light; | |
The miracle, spreading, bathing all—the fulfill’d noon; | |
The coming eve, delicious—the welcome night, and the stars, | |
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land. -Walt Whitman "When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd"
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1 comment:
beautiful!
-pb
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