July 2011
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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.
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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,...
