I will reblog anything...
…involving cakes or roses.
“ Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes around me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
loaded the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turned away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them. ”
William Carlos Williams, “The Widow’s Lament in Springtime” He wrote it for his mother.
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XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Wallace Stevens, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”
GPOYW - town & country… from a few months ago…. my hair is much longer now, and not so boyish.
“ I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. ”
Augusten Burroughs (via kari-shma)
About me
"Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau"
सर्वेषां स्वस्ति भवतु
सर्वेषां शान्तिर्भवतु
सर्वेषां पूर्नं भवतु
सर्वेषां मड्गलं भवतु
