{ithankgoodnessfor}

i thank goodness
for cold grey wet dreary
days like today
for days like these
do not employ naked sunshine
and golden warmth
to somehow lure
me towards the outdoors
and days like these
let my favourite thing to do
be the ideal thing to do
which somewhat invariably
involves sitting at odd angles
in a large comfortable chair
reading,reading,reading
to my dear heart’s content
without pseudoworrying
that i am missing some little
selfimportant snippet
of weatherglorious or actionrare
which
i don’t even really care a damn about to begin with.

plank of roses in soho

i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed’s
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile

~ E. E. Cummings

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