December 2011
11 posts
“I gave him an autoharp for his birthday and wrote him long poems on my lunch break at Scribner’s. I was hopeful he would be my boyfriend, but as it turned out, that was an improbable expectation. I would never serve as the source of his inspiration, though in attempting to articulate the drama of my feelings I became more prolific and I believe a better writer.
Jim and I had some...
Merry Christmas Mir, thinking about you. I love you
Merry christmas franny pi love you too miss you everyday
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Why a year and a half later does this still make me cry?…sometimes I think about how I’ve really messed up my life & I can’t go backwards. My head hurts all the time & my heart isn’t pumping right anymore.
I can’t go back...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart): i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest...
