Saturday, February 8, 2014
February 8, 2014
Because sometimes reading poetry out loud all by yourself is so luxurious it makes you feel rich. Here are my favorite lines from T.S. Eliot’s haunting poem about unrequited love and life unlived. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a […]
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February 8, 2014
Oh tears. It’s a rainy Saturday morning and in the middle of morning pages and a cup of tea, I stumble across this. So heavy with meaning and relevance, I am frozen at the table suddenly aware of all the things that matter and more importantly, the millions of things that don’t matter at all. […]
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