The world is for the living.” Fools! It is always the dead who breed. Crush the ripe fruit, and cast it aside, Yet its seeds shall fructify,And trees rise where your huts were standing. But the little people are ignorant,They chaffer, and swarm.They gnaw like rats,And the ...
These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep. No single soul in the world could dwell, Without these poppy-seeds I sell." For a moment he played with the shining stuff, Passing it through his fingers. Enough At last, he poured it back into The china jar of Holland blue, Which he c...
I love that they are filled with a poppy seed filling – there just aren’t enough good recipes for poppy seeds! I always shy away from fragile dough and fillings, but you might have inspired me to give it a try! March 18, 2011 at 5:33 pm Reply Meghan @Judith: My mother says...