Sunday Morning: The Beauty of Death

The title of Wallace Stevens's poem "Sunday Morning" can not be a better title. Sunday to Christian religion is considered a holy day, a day going to church and worshiping God. Write women's rituals for the church, explain the sensitivity of the natural world and ask why heavens are better than our better on the earth. In this poem, women compare and explore the two perspectives of life. One is eternity and the other is not eternal. This poem will be a witness to the pursuit of women's spiritual satisfaction.

On Sunday morning, a beautiful cardinal red - red outside the window descended into my pouch and naked tree. This is the perfect day to mourn a gray cloudy day, the loss of a beautiful soul - you. The cardinal landed directly on my eyes and I patted my mother and said "Look at her." I know that it is you, is elegantly flying in front of me and saying hello. It is Monday, I looked for Cardinal today. There is no movement in the trees outside my window, and my heart feels heavy. As many members of your tribe, your family, your friends, and the people you have been deeply moved - you are very beautiful in the lives of all of us. People who motivate, encourage and bring humor at times of suffering and sorrow. You always listen, you always care about how to do it with my parents and CC. I always want to know when I am in Carmel and if we can plan to meet each other.

My friend Peter said some insights on Sunday: "What I really like is a combination of hard and soft." On Sunday morning, there is such a beautiful yet ridiculous little piano like that. I do not think consciously thinking about this, but the basic message that I get is that you are soft and sweet, and that you may still be tough and hard. This is what Lou Reed said. "

Lead's wife, Raleigh Anderson, wrote in the itu report of the East Hampton planet as follows. When he died on Sunday morning, he saw only his musicians move hands in the air, trees, and the famous 21 style Tai Chi. But when I saw this, I saw hands reaching in the air and walked elegantly towards his chest while rotating the body according to the movement of the teacher.