He told me one time he forgot himself &
his heart opened up like a door with a
loose latch & he tried for days to put it
all back in proper order but finally he
gave up & left it all jumbled up there in
a pile & loved everything equally.
From StoryPeople.
Now that my ladder's gone
ReplyDeleteI must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart
(Yeats)
(bit darker than the story, but not dissimilar. Anyway, I like the story)
Cathy, thanks for the wonderful quote from Yeats.
ReplyDeleteNot many folks leave comments at my Story of the Day posts, but the pages get a good many visits.
Well, I like this. I often feel humbled when I read your posts and am not very good at making sense.
ReplyDeleteSusan, the stories that touch me most are often matters of the heart that would be difficult to put into words - unless, of course, you're Yeats.
ReplyDeleteThis was the first one I liked...
ReplyDeleteGöran, all these months, I've been trying to please you, and finally, finally, I succeeded. :-)
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