Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
Emily Dickinson strikes
She has a soul full of beautiful dreams, and I have strong hands that can make anything real. She shines like the morning sun and plays like the spring breeze, and I have my feet solidly in the dirt. She has endless lifetimes of torment and transcendence in her eyes, and I have endless healing in my touch. What are we? I have no idea. How are we?... See more
Jesse Crossen • Analog Love
some reminders to cherish the small things when you hit the midweek hump
instagram.comPoetry for a moment of eternity.
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
The Last Sky
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Nabokov — Speak, Memory.
“Many variations of wording can be found in both versions of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ as they have been set down over the years. In fact, surviving manuscript copies in Burns’s own hand are not identically worded.”