“Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.”
— James Thurber
dragonflies
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Some Velvet Morning
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
I’m gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you ’bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
Flowers growing on a hill, dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much, look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
I’m gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you ’bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet mornin’ when I’m straight
Flowers are the things we know, secrets are the things we grow
Learn from us very much, look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.” ― Sylvia Plath
“Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” — Michelangelo
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti
“I am the dragonfly rising on the wings of unlocked dreams on the verge of magical things.”
– Aimee Stewart
“Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky,
So this wing’d hour is dropped to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.”
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
