May 2013
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… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
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We go into the trees and find a field of wildflowers. Singing, we pick, pick...
– Laura Straub, from “Short Love Poem” (via fernsandmoss)