the cold and sparkling silver of the sea

[annundriel]

Waiting to be picked up.

Watching I Love the 80's 3-D - 1983 for, like, the third time.

The bad thing about reading fanfiction featuring Markham is that I know how it is inevitably going to end. :(

So, um, have a poem. Or two.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-- Sara Teasdale, "There Will Come Soft Rains"

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

-- Sara Teasdale, By the Sea. "I Thought of You"