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I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? –Mary Oliver
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
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I do not fear death.
I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born,
and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
–Mark Twain
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
October
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The leaves fall from my fingers
Cornflowers scattered across the field like stars,
like smoke stars,
By the train tracks, the leaves in a driftUnder the slow clouds
and the nine steps to heaven,
The light falling in great sheets through the trees,
Sheets almost tangible.The transfiguration will start like this, I think,
breathless,
Quick blade through the trees,
Something with red colors falling away from my hands,The air beginning to go cold …
And when it does
I’ll rise from this tired body, a blood-knot of light,
Ready to take the darkness in.—Or for the wind to come
And carry me, bone by bone, through the sky,
Its wafer a burn on my tongue,
its wine deep forgetfulness.—Charles Wrightfrom The Southern Cross
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