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Echoes From the Blue Boy
by Jean Giono |
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| Break nothing, tear nothing, stifle nothing, efface nothing, let the whole round world of blue air and green seas, of stars and planets, and countless waves course through the embrace of two innocent lovers. Let honey flow from lip to lip in words and kisses. It is meant to be like this, no gesture forbidden, all love-born and breathing, pouring silver life in shivers, in the shaken bells of laughter, in the brightness of eyes shining in eyes... As summer fruit swells, gorged with sunlight, and leaves shimmer their own leaf-laughter in the breeze, so our hearts are to be lush with life and free to love with Love's wisdom, that architect of rivers and the rhythms of years. |
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Poem © Blake Steele 1991
Image © Blake Steele 2010 |
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