April 2010
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My Garden
Emily Dickinson I. New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow!
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You Are Tired (I Think)
e.e. cummings You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And I knock with a rose at...
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“Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.”
— Audre Lorde”
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