finally, the end.
finit!
The White Lilies
As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer evening
and the evening turns
cold with their terror: it
could all end, it is capable
of devastation. All, all
can be lost, through scented air
the narrow columns
uselessly rising, and beyond,
a churning sea of poppies--
Hush, beloved. It doesn't matter to me
how many summers I live to return:
this one summer we have entered eternity.
I felt your two hands
bury me to release its splendor.
Louise Gluck
some of the saddest moments are when you are waiting for the phone to ring.
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why is it that the obvious is always hidden under superficial, societal influences. Such as, It's obvious that I don't look fat in this dress but the magazines that I don't read or the t.v. I don't watch all say I look fat in it.
the issue is never weight, it's the world around the body--ugh.
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Today I asked how hard I would fall from the second story balcony window in Craig Hall. It was returned with silence. I wasn't serious. But I enjoyed the reaction.
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Honesty is my new best friend. Welcome honesty. Good bye distrust!
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dammit- ring!!
this is one of my most favorite poems:
Piazza Di Spagna, Early Morning
by Richard Wilbur
I can’t forget
How she stood at the top of that long marble stair
Amazed, and then with a sleep pirouette
Went dancing slowly down to the fountain-quieted square;
Nothing upon her face
But some impersonal loneliness—not then a girl,
But as it were a reverie of the place,
A called-for falling glide and whirl;
As when a leaf, petal, or thin chip
Is drawn to the falls of a pool and, circling a moment above it,
Rides on over the lip—
Perfectly beautiful, perfectly ignorant of it.
