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the meadows of eternity.

In the twinkling meadows of the skull,

[...] Hope found hereself in a fantastic meadow, you know, serene, everything was just great. [...]

[...] Connection with something green as a meadow. [...]

(“Connection with something green as a meadow.” [...]

[...] The holes are not big enough to see much,
But dreams travel wondrous wires.
Fires brighter than autumn moons
Throw leaping shadows on the arm.
Days and nights burn like stars
In the twinkling meadows of the skull,
And through the fence of peach-blooming flesh,
Other fruits blossom, beyond reach.

[...] Instead of hells, I find meadows—instead of darkness, I find light! [...]

“A mission with unforeseen consequences … 1943 … Illia, and perhaps an F and R … Something happening all over again, as a commemoration … A connection with something green, as a meadow … a child … Januarious.”

[...] We think that the “green, as meadow” impression referred to these. [...]

Of the grass and the meadow.

[...] It is as if she were a meadow upon which no rain had fallen. [...]

Deep is the sleep
Of the moss and the pebble.
Long is the trance
Of the grass and the meadow.
Footfalls come and footfalls pass,
But no sounds can break
That green-eyed trance.

Water rushes down the hillside into the valley, and there is a constant give-and-take between the village below, say, or the meadows, and the mountain. [...]

It is as if you were sent into some strange and fascinating meadow, and given only the sense of sight. [...]

Of the mountain and meadow.