"Oh Santa Ana wind come and blow me away / Back home and to the memory of my mother! / I am never understood by any other"
Transcendental Sonnet #1239: To the Memory of My Mother
Patricia Lance + 24 January 1934
Trying to reach the land of milk and honey I find myself out of my depth in quicksand I lost my mind my meaning and my money
I was trying to get to the promised land But I got lost and have no idea which way For a hapless victim of reality To go and I may never know... not today Anyway... after a nightmare night I stay Close to the simple things I can understand Those things not too sophisticated for me Writing while petting my cat with my other hand...
Oh Santa Ana wind come and blow me away Back home and to the memory of my mother! I am never understood by any other
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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