Comments on: The Mulberry Tree http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/ where I'm a Rank Stranger Fri, 08 Jan 2010 15:41:11 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: helenl http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1467 helenl Sun, 01 Oct 2006 02:12:02 +0000 http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1467 Thanks M. Thanks M.

]]> By: mshahin http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1463 mshahin Sun, 01 Oct 2006 01:10:08 +0000 http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1463 "I should have been in the school-chapel, by ‘69– newly married, in Charlotte, safe in the wide arms of God. Instead, I’m atop an old mulberry tree. Sure the tree bears fruit: The rooms keep getting darker, each ascending floor more mysterious." I really liked this part especially. I really felt the youth of the poem and the mysteries of life and growing up, and not understanding everything that happens in life. Felt as if I was next to the person listening while the story was told. That was really nice. “I should have been in the school-chapel, by ‘69–
newly married, in Charlotte, safe in the wide arms of
God. Instead, I’m atop an old mulberry tree.
Sure the tree bears fruit: The rooms keep getting darker,
each ascending floor more mysterious.”

I really liked this part especially. I really felt the youth of the poem and the mysteries of life and growing up, and not understanding everything that happens in life.

Felt as if I was next to the person listening while the story was told. That was really nice.

]]> By: helenl http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1451 helenl Fri, 29 Sep 2006 23:39:39 +0000 http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1451 Thanks Tomas. Thanks Tomas.

]]> By: Tomas http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1448 Tomas Fri, 29 Sep 2006 20:22:29 +0000 http://helenl.wordpress.com/2006/09/28/the-mulberry-tree/#comment-1448 You wrote: "Sometimes I dance with my shadow and sing songs to the moon" I do that too. My songs to the moon are my comments on your blog. While dreaming at the window, I was the lullaby myself and the worldwide wave of gratitude was embracing me. The sunset forgot the fatigue and sparkled with an amazing lights, decorated my vision better than all artists of the world could do that. It seemed that even the nature has tried to fit to my euphoria. As you know, an autumn stands outside now, and we are facing the most colorful season of the year. Plus, as daily affairs were put to bed, the fairy tales awaked … WOW! The awe inspiring smiles appeared on the raddled faces. You wrote:
“Sometimes I dance with my shadow and sing songs to the moon”
I do that too. My songs to the moon are my comments on your blog.

While dreaming at the window, I was the lullaby myself and the worldwide wave of gratitude was embracing me. The sunset forgot the fatigue and sparkled with an amazing lights, decorated my vision better than all artists of the world could do that. It seemed that even the nature has tried to fit to my euphoria. As you know, an autumn stands outside now, and we are facing the most colorful season of the year.
Plus, as daily affairs were put to bed, the fairy tales awaked … WOW! The awe inspiring smiles appeared on the raddled faces.

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