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WHEN ECSTASY IS INCONVENIENT
Feign a great calm;
all gay transport soon ends.
Chant: who knows—
flight's end or flight's beginning
for the resting gull?

Say there is money but it rusted;
say the time of moon is not right for escape.
It's the color in the lower sky
too broadly suffused,
or the wind in my tie.

often one takes his madness
into his own hands
and keeps it.
Lorine Niedecker

Labels: claude monet, henri riviere, Lorine Niedecker, poetry, zeshin sabata
2 Comments:
These are very moved!i love the painting of Shibata Zeshin,like his seal,is really!
interesting perspective! i'm so glad you like them too.
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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