In honor of yesterday’s post, which was more stream of consciousness than is usual for me, and therefore also less coherent, I give you by way of explanation my very favorite poet: ee cummings.

 

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

And look what I found.

 

(Seriously, go look. It’s beautiful.)