02 July 2012 Monday
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The doer and the be-er become the same thing
You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
by Billy Collins
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.
[00:43]: birds don’t put boundaries on their happiness
[00:43]: and you shouldn’t either