August 2011
56 posts
XVII (I do not love you...), Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love...
“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the...”
– Pablo Neruda
July 2011
50 posts
on the radio - regina spektor
This is how it...
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Habits, Nikki Giovanni
i haven’t written a poem in so long i may have forgotten how unless writing a poem is like riding a bike or swimming upstream or loving you it may be a habit that once aquired is never lost
but you say i’m foolish of course you love me but being loved of course is not the same as being loved because or being loved despite or being loved
if you love me why do i feel so lonely and...
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“The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.”
– - (incorrectly attributed to) Mark Twain
so glad to be back in mid60s-70s summer. madison and philly were both WAYYY too hot for me. have i mentioned lately that i love sf?
sleepy time time - cream
:0))
never chasing pavement - jay-z, kanye, adele
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