a poem by E. E. Cummings.
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling The merry deer ran before. Fleeter be they than dappled dreams The swift sweet deer The red rare deer. Horn at hip went my love riding Riding the echo down into the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling The level meadows ran before. Softer be...
My prayer this evening.
Do not consume me, my God, But burn in my branches.
Music week—goodness, truth, and beauty.
Every day this week I’ll be posting about music I like. I like these artists and bands for many different reasons—there won’t be any sort of ”I ironically love slash hate this for reasons you will never understand” mentality here. There was a time in my life where I felt like I had to recommend and listen to music that showed other people how cool and interesting I was,...