July 2009
6 posts
June 2009
12 posts
“He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He poured the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He added the sugar
To the coffee and milk
He stirred it
With a teaspoon
He drank the coffee
And put back the cup
Without speaking to me
He lit a cigarette
He blew some rings
With the smoke
He flicked the ashes
Into the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking at me
He got up
He put his hat
On his head
He put on
His raincoat
Because it was raining
He went out
Into the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me
And I
I took my head
In my hands
And I wept” —Breakfast by Jacques Prévert
Into the cup
He poured the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He added the sugar
To the coffee and milk
He stirred it
With a teaspoon
He drank the coffee
And put back the cup
Without speaking to me
He lit a cigarette
He blew some rings
With the smoke
He flicked the ashes
Into the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking at me
He got up
He put his hat
On his head
He put on
His raincoat
Because it was raining
He went out
Into the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me
And I
I took my head
In my hands
And I wept” —Breakfast by Jacques Prévert
“We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.”
—King Lear, William Shakespeare
“Never mistake motion for action.”
—Ernest Hemingway
“The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.”
—Keith Miller
Sappho: Blame Aphrodite
It’s no use
Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
—Anne Sexton
