We sitting here among the cranberries
So still in the gap
Of rock, distilling our memories,
Are sinners! Strange! The bee that blunders
Against me goes off with a laugh.
A squirrel cocks his head on the fence, and wonders
What about sin? -For, it seems
The mountains have
No shadow of us on their snowy forehead of dreams
As they ought to have. They rise above us
For ever. One might even think they love us.
Little red cranberries cheek to cheek,
Two great dragon-flies wrestling;
You, with your forehead nestling
Against me, and bright peak shining to peak –
There’s a love song for you! – Ah, if only
There were no teeming
Swarms of mankind in the world, and we were less lonely!
-D.H. Lawrence (Mayrhofen) from, Look! We Have Come Through!
*Cranberries drizzled with honey
*Bowl made by Victoria Accardi