You Know You Love E.

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.--William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
--William Carlos Williams

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it. I said: "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."--Stephen Crane

In the desert
 I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
 Who, squatting upon the ground,
 Held his heart in his hands,
  And ate of it.
 I said: "Is it good, friend?"
 "It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
 "But I like it
 Because it is bitter,
 And because it is my heart."
--Stephen Crane

A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you

is that a fact or a weapon?

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—	Margaret Atwood

SO THIS EXISTS: apparently Matthew Macfayden hangs around and reads my favorite poems in his spare time. So now not only is he my Darcy of choice (sorry, Colin!), but he has wonderful taste as well.

This is just to say by William Carlos Williams (above)

When You Are Old by W.B. Yeats

Sonnet 29 by Shakespeare

I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be nothing but sadness, war, heartbreak. You never saw it, but there’s a garden inside me.

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—	Light Boxes, Shane Jones

Half the harm that is done in this word
Is due to people who want to feel important.
They don’t mean to do harm — but the harm does not interest them.
Or they do not see it, or they justify it
Because they are absorbed in the endless struggle
To think well of themselves.

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—	from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot (via hermionejg)

Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.

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—	Stephen Crane

Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

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—	Emily Dickinson