December 2011
35 posts
Sharing Poetry: Ina Rousseau, "Eden" →
sharingpoetry:
Somewhere in Eden, after all this time, does there still stand, abandoned, like a ruined city, gates sealed with grisly nails, the luckless garden? Is sultry day still followed there by sultry dusk, sultry night, where on the branches sallow and purple the fruit hangs rotting? Is there…
“I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.”
– Thom Yorke (via uglyshygirl)
