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#338
This font turned out weird and doubled everything but I kinda like it.
e.e cummings advice (to young poets)
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A lot of people have an opinion on love. What it’s supposed to be, what it feels like, what it is. But maybe we can’t quantify or describe love. Maybe it just is. And maybe it’s not what we think. Maybe it’s not supposed to hurt. Maybe it’s not lust. Maybe it’s not wanting someone so bad you lick...
#royal typewriter
I wish!
e.e. cummings
Not sure if this attribution is correct, even after a quick Google, but it is oh so accurate for today. The snow is everywhere and it is softly, blissfully unaware. It is beautiful and crystalline and lovely.
“All good poets of the past, almost without exception, were at least bilingual if not trilingual.”
Helen Vendler (via theparisreview)
I think we are all infinite. And there are infinite feelings and sadness and terrible tragedies that happen everyday and how is the world so big.
The little stars look down at us and laugh because they are so beautiful.
And what are we?
Bukowski
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I wrote this poem in Brooklyn, on a street called Stockholm Street, several years ago to the day. It was one of the first two poems I ever published. I’m speaking gratitude words in a language I’m still figuring out.
Perfectly pretty flowers.