On a mission to write something everyday, here is
A beautiful poem for a beautiful day. & to my friend.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.
—Jorge Luis Borges
"I SING the Body electric;" -Whitman
About Me
- Ms. Peacock in the Conservatory
- "A woman who writes her lover four letters a day is not a graphomaniac, she is simply a woman in love. But my friend who xeroxes his love letters so he can publish them someday - my friend is a graphomaniac. Graphomania is not a desire to write letters, diaries, or family chronicles to write for oneself or one's immediate family; it is a desire to write books to have a public of unknown readers. In this sense an amateur writer and Goethe share the same passion. What distinguishes Goethe from the amateur writer is the result of the passion, not the passion itself." -Milan Kundera
1 comment:
What an amazing poem, I'm saving that one.
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