tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post4597799634566779172..comments2024-02-26T18:40:35.032+10:30Comments on prophet of bloom: time was away and somewhere elseindia flinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01510066677833871579noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post-29300685047051922892008-03-21T04:53:00.000+10:302008-03-21T04:53:00.000+10:30Oh, nice one. I enjoyed - thanks for sharing.Oh, nice one. I enjoyed - thanks for sharing.Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post-36607304066173184312008-03-19T10:49:00.000+10:302008-03-19T10:49:00.000+10:30poetry can lend credibility to the impossible. ca...poetry can lend credibility to the impossible. can make us feel what we cannot believe. beautiful poem.Going Bygonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09033546787365882189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post-56087793184242522902008-03-18T21:44:00.000+10:302008-03-18T21:44:00.000+10:30Hello India, thanks for visiting my strange little...Hello India, thanks for visiting my strange little world, very glad to stumble across yours :) I'll be adding you to my links... <BR/>This is a very wonderful poem.<BR/>I like that inbetween-place :)<BR/>All the bet to you from the Scottish hills<BR/>RimaRima Staineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10044701472535300254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post-71471512575769659422008-03-18T00:22:00.000+10:302008-03-18T00:22:00.000+10:30Louis MacNeice (and WH Auden) are among my favouri...Louis MacNeice (and WH Auden) are among my favourite poets...if you can get your hands on their frequently irreverent collaborative travel tome 'Letters from Iceland' it's well worth a read...india flinthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01510066677833871579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053562711351336005.post-36799591025569004962008-03-17T23:55:00.000+10:302008-03-17T23:55:00.000+10:30What a wonderful wonderful poem, India...the froze...What a wonderful wonderful poem, India...the frozen moment when one can feel the breath of whatever force guides us...and we let go and ARE.Isabelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02681951546653165197noreply@blogger.com