29 November 2017

Remembering Girlhood Loves, still My Loves

I was feeling the other day, how much I have
absolutely Loved this poem, since I was 16 years old.
Big Bear Hugs, from Ursula Carrie (aka "Luna" at age 16)

since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
– the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
E. E. Cummings


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