not again
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pal
... See moreThe beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it?
Ralph Waldo Emerson • Nature



Just the words I think I prefer. . . . #poetry#fall#death
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