Tuesday, November 23, 2010


this trip has forced me to think differently about things, to take less for granted, to love more, react slower, breathe deeper. i want to continue to see things the way i see them now, to strive harder to be happy and to remember how much beauty there is. of roses & hello comes from this e.e. cummings poem, which i think is so pretty and dark and lovely, and puts into words this feeling that i'm trying to define:

into the strenuous briefness
handorgans and April
darkness, friends

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;

(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes) 

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