Comments on: Elf Post: So Excited! http://www.abundancebymagic.com/2010/02/27/elf-post-so-excited/ A place for money, luck, and magic. Wed, 14 Jul 2010 17:46:04 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.5 hourly 1 By: angel http://www.abundancebymagic.com/2010/02/27/elf-post-so-excited/comment-page-1/#comment-1155 angel Tue, 02 Mar 2010 00:59:07 +0000 http://www.abundancebymagic.com/?p=1928#comment-1155 ohhhh I love these poems and the idea of giving out a bit of spring as this long winter s.l.o.w.l.y. gives way to warmth and color!!! ohhhh I love these poems and the idea of giving out a bit of spring as this long winter s.l.o.w.l.y. gives way to warmth and color!!!

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.abundancebymagic.com/2010/02/27/elf-post-so-excited/comment-page-1/#comment-1146 Anonymous Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:56:48 +0000 http://www.abundancebymagic.com/?p=1928#comment-1146 Ahhhh, ABM what a lovely Walt Whitman choice to post. He is one of my favorite poets - it makes the literature major in me squeal with delight to see him posted here!! Ahhhh, ABM what a lovely Walt Whitman choice to post. He is one of my favorite poets – it makes the literature major in me squeal with delight to see him posted here!!

]]> By: Abundance By Magic http://www.abundancebymagic.com/2010/02/27/elf-post-so-excited/comment-page-1/#comment-1144 Abundance By Magic Sat, 27 Feb 2010 17:18:03 +0000 http://www.abundancebymagic.com/?p=1928#comment-1144 Or here's one from Walt Whitman that's WAY too intimate, lol: <b>To a Stranger</b> <i>PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone, I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you. </i> Or here’s one from Walt Whitman that’s WAY too intimate, lol:

To a Stranger

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine
only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

]]> By: Abundance By Magic http://www.abundancebymagic.com/2010/02/27/elf-post-so-excited/comment-page-1/#comment-1143 Abundance By Magic Sat, 27 Feb 2010 17:15:16 +0000 http://www.abundancebymagic.com/?p=1928#comment-1143 Oh I LOVE the idea of giving little seed pots! That is so beautiful! And perfect for this time of year (in the south, anyway :D). I also love the idea of attaching a poem. You'll have to let us know if you find a fitting one. Here's a beautiful one that would fit certain coffee-shop elfings, by Michael Meyerhofer, though on second thought, it's probably a little too intimate: <b>Poem for a Stranger</b> <i>Furiously scribbling in the late afternoon, this young woman who should be dancing, who should be sitting somewhere posing for a portrait or learning to play the violin off the Aegean Sea a thousand years ago. This young woman, who sits in a coffee shop, furiously studying and scribbling— who pauses sometimes and, raising her slender wrist, brushes the hair from her eyes.</i> Oh I LOVE the idea of giving little seed pots! That is so beautiful! And perfect for this time of year (in the south, anyway :D ). I also love the idea of attaching a poem. You’ll have to let us know if you find a fitting one. Here’s a beautiful one that would fit certain coffee-shop elfings, by Michael Meyerhofer, though on second thought, it’s probably a little too intimate:

Poem for a Stranger

Furiously scribbling in the late afternoon,
this young woman
who should be dancing,

who should be sitting somewhere
posing for a portrait

or learning to play the violin
off the Aegean Sea
a thousand years ago.

This young woman, who sits
in a coffee shop, furiously studying
and scribbling—

who pauses sometimes
and, raising her slender wrist,

brushes the hair from her eyes.

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