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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
occasionally subtle
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Finally finished this one after working on it incrementally in my spare time for the better part of a year 🐍
November for Beginners by Rita Dove
Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.
So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
memorizing
a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!
Ode to an Apple by Pablo Neruda
You, apple, are the object of my praise. I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole. You are always fresh, like nothing and nobody. You have always just fallen from Paradise: dawn’s rosy cheek full and perfect! Compared to you the fruits of the earth are so awkward: bunchy grapes, muted mangos, bony plums, and submerged figs. You are pure balm, fragrant bread, the cheese of all that flowers. When we bite into your round innocence we too regress for a moment to the state of the newborn: there’s still some apple in us all. I want total abundance, your family multiplied. I want a city, a republic, a Mississippi River of apples, and I want to see gathered on its banks the world’s entire population united and reunited in the simplest act we know: I want us to bite into an apple.
Pablo Neruda
It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
A living room.
Mongolia, Dzavkhan, Telmen