I say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person's life if one would only be sensitive to it. But Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one must have a whole beauty with man living in relation to it to have a rich civilization and art.... Is it because I am a woman that I accept what crumbs I may have, accept the hot-dog stands and amusement parks if I must, if the blue is bright beyond them and the sunset flushes the breasts of sea birds?
Elizabeth Coatsworth
But calm, white calm, was born into a swan
born calm white
The sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper,/ set the clouds/ to one great roof of flame/ above the earth.
earth sunset great
When I dream, I am ageless.
dream
To a life that seizes/ Upon content,/ Locality seems/ But accident.
accident life content
Outwardly I am 83, but inwardly I am every age, with the emotions and experience of each period.
emotions age experience
Only of one thing I am sure: / when I dream/ I am always ageless.
thing
life man beauty art living sunset bright woman broken birds civilization amusement sea blue torment rich sensitive accept breasts
The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.
autumn moon sun
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