I slipped into America via baseball. The language intrigued me. The squeeze...– Colum McCann, What Baseball Does to the Soul We’re so close to it…
Summer was another country
Holiday by Adrienne Rich Summer was another country, where the birds Woke us at dawn among the dripping leaves And lent to all our fetes their sweet approval. The touch of air on flesh was lighter, keener, The senses flourished like a laden tree Whose every gesture finishes in a flower. In those unwardened provinces we dined From wicker baskets by a green canal, Staining our lips with...
What Kind of Times Are These
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here, our country moving...
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The song’s lyrics speaks of a woman who finds love in a hopeless place.– We Found Love - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (via bobbyfinger)
On Crazy →
The leaves have changed a time or two Since the last time the train came...– Civil Wars, My Father’s Father
Morning inspiration →