a moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Showing posts with label The Band. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Band. Show all posts
Thursday, February 21, 2019

Whispering Pines

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We are having such crystal clear days here, cold and bright and wintry. We are getting rain, too, and earlier this evening there were re...
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Monday, June 10, 2013

Whispering Pines

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Do you know that song, a Richard Manuel/The Band plaintive cry? If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream -- I hear that son...
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Monday, March 5, 2012

Monday memory

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That plaintive cry, asphodel, that greeny flower, a hotel in Hartford, the seventh floor and when I opened the door, my hair wet the years...
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