lunes, noviembre 01, 2004
Los días sobrenaturales
¡Qué rico! AMO las vacaciones. Finally catching up on my sleep.
"We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the Aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
(Seriously considering eliminating sweaters and blankets from my life now...)
Success!!! El Encuentro Interdisciplinario sobre Brujas fue un éxito. Thanks, Charlie, for giving me a chance to be in it!
Y ahora, celebrando el otoño:
the glory is fallen out of
the sky the last immortal
leaf
is
dead and the gold
year
a formal spasm
in the
dust
this is the passing of all shining things
therefore we also
blandly
into receptive
earth,O let
us
descend
take
shimmering wind
these fragile splendors from
us crumple them hide
them in thy breath drive
them in nothingness
for we
would sleep
this is the passing of all shining things
no lingering no backward-
wondering be unto
us O
soul,but straight
glad feet fearruining
and glorygirded
faces
lead us
into the
serious
steep
darkness
e.e.cummings, from Tulips & Chimneys
¡Qué rico! AMO las vacaciones. Finally catching up on my sleep.
"We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the Aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
(Seriously considering eliminating sweaters and blankets from my life now...)
Success!!! El Encuentro Interdisciplinario sobre Brujas fue un éxito. Thanks, Charlie, for giving me a chance to be in it!
Y ahora, celebrando el otoño:
the glory is fallen out of
the sky the last immortal
leaf
is
dead and the gold
year
a formal spasm
in the
dust
this is the passing of all shining things
therefore we also
blandly
into receptive
earth,O let
us
descend
take
shimmering wind
these fragile splendors from
us crumple them hide
them in thy breath drive
them in nothingness
for we
would sleep
this is the passing of all shining things
no lingering no backward-
wondering be unto
us O
soul,but straight
glad feet fearruining
and glorygirded
faces
lead us
into the
serious
steep
darkness
e.e.cummings, from Tulips & Chimneys
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