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November 2009
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The Boy Who Drew Cats
A farmer and his wife had many children; the youngest son was too small and weak, and spent all his time drawing cats instead of doing his chores. So, they took him to the temple to become a priest. He learned quickly, but he drew cats everywhere. The old priest finally said he could not be a priest, though he might be an artist, and sent him away with the advice to avoid large places at night,...
October 2009
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September 2009
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poe - that day
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“It’s always something,” said the girl with a nosebleed.”
– (via swedish proverbs)
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The Young Housewife
At ten a.m. the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s house. I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands shy, uncorseted, tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car rush with a crackling sound over dried...
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A Girl
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.
(via ezra pound)
August 2009
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Night Poem
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain
In this country of water with its beige moon damp as a mushroom, its drowned stumps and long birds that swim, where the moss grows on all sides of the trees and your shadow is not your shadow but your reflection,
your true parents disappear ...
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The Emperor of Ice Cream
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal, Lacking the three glass knobs,...
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This Is Just To Say
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast.
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
(via william carlos williams)
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1 I saw her for the first time Hair so golden, lips so red She was forty I wanted to die Or live like a cat 2 Love is not a happy thing My heart is sore and full of blood Pumping and pumping Out of my chest it came And into her face 3 Playing with fire is not smart She was a flame - top, middle and bottom I got near her She burned me badly And I was no longer a priest.
(via jesse)