What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine, the curious peach;
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass
Ensnared with flowers. I fall on grass.
Andrew Marvell
The Garden
Sunday, March 13, 2016
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