------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Vermont, 2023
It is rare to find piece of art touches your soul year after year.
You change, you grow, life marches on. But a poem comes with you. A song. A painting.
Every time it greets you, you're reminded of all the times that came before.
The first time you heard it. The first time you shared it with someone you love. A time you visited it when you felt shrouded in darkness.
It brought levity. It brought beauty. It brought you back to you.
May you find these pieces forever, and keep them close to your heart.
This is one of those pieces for me.
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From 'The Fantasticks' by Tom Jones
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You wonder how these things being
It begins with a season which
For want of a better word
We might as well call – September
It begins with a forest where the woodchucks woo
And leaves wax green
And vines entwine like lovers; try to see it
Not with your eyes, for they are wise
But see it with your ears:
The cool green breathing of the leaves
And hear it with the insidе of your hand:
The soundless sound of shadows flicking light
Celеbrate sensation
Recall that secret place
You’ve been there, you remember
That special place where once –
Just once – in your crowded sunlit lifetime
You hid away in shadows from they tyranny of time
That spot beside the clover
Where someone’s hand held your hand
And love was sweeter than the berries
Or the honey
Or the stinging taste of mint
Before a rainfall –
A perfect time to be in love
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