There was a more profound meaning to Fleur that she had found in the remains of muggle poetry books. It was a way to express your emotion in an inexplicit, ambiguous way. The words, so beautiful, so poignant, but at the same time, so lively and vibrant. Back home, she had a shelf filled with books she had collected from visits in Paris bookshops. A little Cummings, a little Neruda, some Byron and Keats. She had filled her room with poetry and words from Plath and William Carlos Williams. After all, they French people had always had a taste for the romantics.
During late summers when all the weather did was pour, she and her little sister would sit on the window seat and count the raindrops and watch theirs race. And she would hold her in her arms and recite The Red Wheelbarrow.
so much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
beside the white chickens."Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?", Gabrielle would ask. She would then reply by explaining that despite the
( ... )
Reply
Reply
There was a more profound meaning to Fleur that she had found in the remains of muggle poetry books. It was a way to express your emotion in an inexplicit, ambiguous way. The words, so beautiful, so poignant, but at the same time, so lively and vibrant. Back home, she had a shelf filled with books she had collected from visits in Paris bookshops. A little Cummings, a little Neruda, some Byron and Keats. She had filled her room with poetry and words from Plath and William Carlos Williams. After all, they French people had always had a taste for the romantics.
During late summers when all the weather did was pour, she and her little sister would sit on the window seat and count the raindrops and watch theirs race. And she would hold her in her arms and recite The Red Wheelbarrow.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
beside the white
chickens."Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?", Gabrielle would ask. She would then reply by explaining that despite the ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment