The SunHave you ever seenanythingin your lifemore wonderfulthan the way the sun,every evening,relaxed and easy,floats toward the horizonand into the clouds or the hills,or the rumpled sea,and is gone–and how it slides againout of the blackness,every morning,on the other side of the world,like a red flowerstreaming upward on its heavenly oils,say, on a morning in early summer,at its perfect imperial distance–and have you ever felt for anythingsuch wild love–do you think there is anywhere, in any language,a word billowing enoughfor the pleasurethat fills you,as the sunreaches out,as it warms youas you stand there,empty-handed–or have you tooturned from this world–or have you toogone crazyfor power,for things?- Mary Oliver:)
Ah, thank you, Susan. Result of reading: I ordered 'American Primitive' and 'The Poetry Handbook' plus Edna St. Vincent Millay's 'Collected Sonnets', 'What Lips my Lips have Kissed' and her biography. :)
In natura it looked much more impressive.
I never cease to wonder! The sun, up there.........https://www.nasa.gov/feature/goddard/2017/active-region-on-sun-continues-to-emit-solar-flares
Forgive me if I did not present the link properly, Sean. You taught me 10 years ago. I didn't have much practice.
Spectacular! Thank you for the link, Claude. It works, and thus you presented it properly. :)Thank you again.