Thursday Jul 07, 2005

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E.E. Cummings
VI
I love you
For your little, startled, thoughtless ways,
For your ponderings, like soft dark birds,
And when you speak 'tis a sudden sunlight.

I love you
For your wide child eyes, and fluttering hands,
For the little divinities your wrists,
And the beautiful mysteries your fingers.

I love you
Does the blossom study her day of life?
Is the butterfly vexed with an hour of soul?
I had rather a rose than live forever.
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viola:
Oh, I have no doubt that they have money; I just would prefer not to be sucked into the seamy underbelly of identity theft. Or something.

And hooray for poetry. I made a painting of the poem that I put in your journal earlier this week and it makes me happy.
meow:
I'm mainly workin at Dayton. I've worked in Columbus a couple nights but right now I gotta stick closer to home.

miao!!

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