02 July 2012 Monday
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the powerful roar of its many waters.”
All the lies of bluer skies descend..
No one’s better off without a friend..
the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
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