The Sheaves A Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson www.poetrynook.com Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told. So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. farmingseasonschangemelancholy
littlebigdetails A Blog by Floris Dekker littlebigdetails.com Little Big Details is a curated collection of the finer details of design. As Charles & Ray Eames put it: “The details are not the details; they make the product.” This is intended to be a source of inspiration. Created and curated by Floris Dekker. Alumni: Andrew McCarthy. Essential vs. nice to have detailsmicrositeswhimsydesign