<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/23130154?origin\x3dhttp://ritesofpassages.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
A vast collection of quotes extracted from works that have shifted our paradigms, broke down our humanity, rekindled the romance in our marriages, lit fires of burning hatred in our guts, made us cry like women for our grandmothers, and brought us closer to our estranged children.
Previous Posts

Archives


Links


The Rites of Passages

Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Lesser known companion of Dylan Thomas' The Boys of Summer 
I see the girls of spring splaying in their riches
Display the silver tithes to sprites,
Having withstood frigid winter, ready to till the toil;
In the cold of summer breezes
Vapid, humid, glistening they call their boys
Leaves of winter yet ahead, but not yet they hope.
Posted by OneoftheServens at 11:29 AM

Post a Comment