tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515554115826223083.post1617597917884729820..comments2023-05-05T04:44:26.042-07:00Comments on p e e r i e f l o o e r s: P Flooershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01110072444592565448noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515554115826223083.post-69729793328385499722012-05-19T18:37:37.885-07:002012-05-19T18:37:37.885-07:00CC. Sweet Jesus, I love you. Thanks.CC. Sweet Jesus, I love you. Thanks.P Flooershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110072444592565448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515554115826223083.post-24342000892548499692012-05-19T18:28:42.068-07:002012-05-19T18:28:42.068-07:00Ahhhh, Haven's succinct line carries me to Son...Ahhhh, Haven's succinct line carries me to Sonnet 73...an old favorite:<br /><br /> "bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang"... <br /><br />I am in Chartres amid the buttressed bones of that cathedral, arching upward just as the tree's bare limbs in winter, where human choirs sang to their heaven, as did the birds to theirs.Cecelia (CC)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09664503081571414722noreply@blogger.com