Giftemål, det lär nog dröja. Men redan nu vill jag skänka någonting gammalt (dikten), någonting nytt (blogginlägget), någonting lånat (från Bodil Malmstens blogg Finistère) och någonting blått (likt melankolin över morgonens ovisshet).Will there really be a morning,
Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
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