“As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.” IfsLife IsSpiritWishAcceptingTeachWonderfulChildhoodYouthReadyRegretHairGoes OnReturnLessonsSeasonsAgingAcceptedGoldenDustBrownSilverClayGarmentsSeasons Of LifeBrown HairGolden HairLife Is Wonderful Author:Peace Pilgrim
“Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl-and man can never be alone.” MenRememberDoorsHairWallGoldenSavagesSpidersGolden Hair Author:Allen Tate
“I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood.” DarkSawsWindHairLonelyWoodsGoldenCornAbductionGolden Hair Author:W. H. Davies
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“She remembered that once, when she was a little girl, she had seen a pretty young woman with golden hair down to her knees in a long flowered dress, and had said to her, without thinking, "Are you a princess?" The girl had laughed very kindly at her and asked her what her name was. Blanche remembered going away from her, led by her mother's hand, thinking to herself that the girl really was a princess, but in disguise. And she had resolved that someday, she would dress as though she were a princess in disguise.” ThinkingLittlesLongSaidHandsYoungMotherGirlNamesHairDressesGoldenRememberedKneesSomedayGoing AwayLaughedPrincessDisguiseYoung WomenBlancheGolden Hair Author:Regina Doman
“Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.” StrongMemoriesSeaWindHairBirdGoldenGrassSandTallMy SisterSilkSpiralsGood MemoriesBuffetsOatsStrong WindsGolden Hair Book:The Memory of Water Source: The Memory of Water