"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~Dead Poet's Society~
October 15, 2009
Leaves of Scarlet
Rilke’s Winter’s in my breast Milton’s happy Summer’s gone Black’s the bough that’s bare of leaves Leaves of scarlet on my lawn
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