from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

December Homecoming
White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes
It’s Getting Dark, Summer Fiction
Conversation 16, The National
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, The Smiths
Violet Hill, Cold Play
She Belongs to Me, Bob Dylan
Sullivan Street, Counting Crows
You Can Do Better Than Me, Death Cab for Cutie
The Dress Looks Nice on You, Sufjan Stevens
Listen here

 nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
 the power of your intense fragility: whose texture 
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
 (i do not know what it is about you that closes
 and opens; only something in me understands
 the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
 nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
                                      - Cummings (of course)

all the time lately i keep thinking of this poem, and wonder if the people i talk to have a voice in 
their eyes, and i am beginning to believe that we all do, and i think mine is strong.

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kate said...

Wow, this is so beautiful. Whenever I need to read pretty words I come here.

kate said...

Oh! And when I commented on Brittany's blog a few days ago I saw a comment about a possible move to Arizona? For Med School?

abtech said...

wow....Good photgo...

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