i think about this entire poem constantly but particularly
“So touch me lightly. A river runs through us
like your shadow on the opposite shore.” https://twitter.com/cgnelsonwrites/status/1299010090037645312">https://twitter.com/cgnelsonw...

“From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room”
-mark strand, “a piece of the storm”

“you are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” -max ehrmann, “desiderata”

also been thinking, earlier this year in particular, a whole lot about Ilya Kaminsky’s “We Lived Happily During the War”

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

i can’t look at a plum without thinking about william carlos williams and if that doesn’t showcase the power of words and how my brain works idk what does

if this thread hasn& #39;t made it obvious i love poetry and i sure was That Bitch in high school quoting sylvia plath and the only reason i don& #39;t have some part of "mad girl& #39;s love song" tattooed on me is my deep fear of needles