Count yourself fortunate that it didn't resemble Everest and that neither Hillary nor Sherpa Tenzing were in the vicinity!Quote:
Originally Posted by _Shannon_
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Count yourself fortunate that it didn't resemble Everest and that neither Hillary nor Sherpa Tenzing were in the vicinity!Quote:
Originally Posted by _Shannon_
:lol: That's so you!Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
A woman comes into view,
like a cross between Mother Goose
and the lead locomotive,
her height accentuated
by the train
of parti-coloured
goslings trailing after her.
“Bonjours, les bébittes,"(bugs)
I call out to them.
Some wave at me, some smile, some
look puzzled. “Nous ne sommes pas
des bébittes," one blonde, curly-headed kid
calls out to me.
“Non?” I say, astonished.
“Non,” he continues, “nous sommes
des humains, des enfants!”
Come to find out!
A turbanned black woman
in a brilliant floral print dress
teeters on chicken legs
across an incurious street
I understand now! It was "les bébêtes"! Nothing to do with les bibites! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
You Franch! You speak a language all your hown, eh?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sweets America
A child the size of a sweet
jelly bean
rides on the shoulders
of her massive papa
bouncing up and down
with every step he takes.
A tiny, ancient Chinese woman,
whose footsteps are like small,
cautious bites of an over-rich food,
pauses to sneeze
and I watch in concern
lest the force of it
take her straight up into the air.
A young Khassidic woman,
wearing the sort of coarse cotton stockings
meant to make her legs
unappealing to strangers,
hurries up to the school-bus
that has stopped for her, and I note,
with pleasure in equal parts
lascivious and anti-religious,
how shapely are her legs!
Oh Prince! Sweet jellybean child, small footsteps, cautious bites, such images I love. I just hate to keep saying it over and over, that thing about being amazing.
And lxxiv, I'm reminded of a woman jazz singer in a smokey bar playing the piano and watching the antics of Rock Hudson with Doris Day and she adds to her lyrics, "You dawg you." ;) :D
This is such a beautiful and well wrought image.
Wonderful! You're in GREAT company! The last time somebody called me that - maybe 6 years ago - it was Pat S. who was at the time a prominent official at FBI headquarters, and because of her androgynous first name I had initially assumed she was male.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
A young man sits at one of the outdoor tables
with an older male friend.
A young woman appears
from around the corner
and he leaps up
and the two of them move into a kiss,
pull back maybe all of an inch
then move in for another one.
From this angle I can see
the dimple deep in his cheek
and the way her eye crinkles
with the whole of her love
An elderly man in three-piece suit,
open-necked dress shirt,
carrying a furled umbrella
like a jaunty walking stick,
pauses at the trash bin
outside the restaurant,
looks expertly in,
retrieves a half-eaten bun
and carries on along his way.
To feed the pigeons, I hope? I hope the poor guy wasn't that badly in need of food!Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin