victory lap
Visual of the week
Artwork by @engvall.arts
Every week, I handpick one song, one visual artwork (including photos), and one poem to share with you.
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Song of the week
Fred again x Skepta x PlaqueBoyMax - Victory Lap
Poem of the week
My mother, who hates thunderstorms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there; But when it doesn't rain, she shakes Her head and says the heat is terrible, Though it’s we who sweat and thirst and stretch Our bodies to the blue and stare And say how beautiful it is. She says the sky has never seemed So green, and all the trees are dry. And I am silent, for I remember How much she craved a storm, one summer When her white dress was the only light In the dark house, and the thunder Lurking now was in my mind.
Mother, Summer, I
by Philip Larkin
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What a great shot!
Thanks for the Larkin poem - it's a beauty !