Friday, May 25, 2012
With our second anniversary behind us and a wedding before us, love of the lifelong kind is filling my mind right now. I left you a poem on Tuesday, from Neruda, which was easy to choose--it was perfect, one of those things you encounter and know exactly what to do with it.
Today--or rather, tonight, as I'm writing this post for tomorrow morning--no specific poems came to mind. So I tumbled around, wished I'd brought one of my anthologies with me to Lexington, and finally found the right words for the weekend. I should've started with E.E. Cummings.
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