tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post3973988189469680917..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: We shall not even knowRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-4753609775412675182008-03-07T20:56:00.000+02:002008-03-07T20:56:00.000+02:00jpj: but sometimes the lips themselves are lost in...jpj: but sometimes the lips themselves are lost in silence. "What use are poets in times of need? But <BR/>you'll say they're like holy priests of the wine god, Moving from land to land in the holy night."<BR/><BR/><BR/>kruse: thank you. I was re-reading Bachelard on earth and clay these past days and thought about you and your beautiful work a lot.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-67026232716030784562008-03-06T18:33:00.000+02:002008-03-06T18:33:00.000+02:00Still posting beauty, bless you.Still posting beauty, bless you.Susan Krusehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08244475165823968529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-35098650530558712022008-03-06T01:24:00.000+02:002008-03-06T01:24:00.000+02:00on lips of living men:that is, through literature....on lips of living men:<BR/><BR/>that is, through literature...Cretcheuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07564190021332785163noreply@blogger.com