I love: poets who don't make sense, paintings that scare me, music i can live with, friends who aren't needy, houses full of books, governments i don't have to think about all the time, & weather that doesn't try to kill me.
When The U.S. Government Tried To Replace Migrant Farmworkers With High Schoolers.
“Watch long enough, and you will see the leaf
Fall from the bough. Without a sound it falls:
And soundless meets the grass… And so you have
A bare bough, and a dead leaf in dead grass.
Something has come and gone. And that is all.
But what were all the tumults in this action?
What wars of atoms in the twig, what ruins,
Fiery and disastrous, in the leaf?
Timeless the tumult was, but gave no sign.
Only, the leaf fell, and the bough is bare.
This is the world: there is no more than this.
The unseen and disastrous prelude, shaking
The trivial act from the terrific action.
Speak: and the ghosts of change, past and to come,
Throng the brief word. The maelstrom has us all.”
—Conrad Aiken
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