A picture and a poem

Here is a picture of the lovely Spring flowers by my bedside and in the background you can see our new bedroom wall color-- its so gorgeous and cozy.

Its cloudy and dreary out today. The perfect day for a little poem. This poem is by John Berryman from The Dream Songs:

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Go, ill sped book, and whisper to her or
storm out the message for her only ear
that she is beautfiul.
Mention sunsets, be not silent of her eyes
and mouth and other prospects, praise her size,
say her figure is full.

Say her small figure is heavenly and full,
so as stunned Henry yatters like a fool
& maketh little sense.
Say she is soft in speech, stately in walking,
modest at gatherings, and in every thing
declare her excellence.

Forget not, when the rest is wholly done
and all her splendours opened one by one
to add that she likes Henry,
for reasons unknown, and fate has bound them fast
one to another in linkages that last
and that are fair to see.