Sunday, July 21, 2013

Catherine...a dream as farewell to arms,

You
Caused
And
Caligraphed
Peace
In my heart
Such
That
Arms
me
Bids
Adieu...

You caused
Such
A mirth,
A cracker burst
Followed by quite a few
Within...
Bursting...

And
Setting in
Like a dream
O You
Catherine
You
your art for me
Eventually bring...
Like printed ink
Still warm, fresh,
Darkish blue,
On white
Paper
Handmade...

(On Catherine Barkley, a character of a fiction, by E. Hemingway)

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