Charles Simic wished he could find a needle swift enough to sew poems into blankets. I'm helping him look - and in the meantime, I'm collecting pieces of warmth.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
She's All I Can Read. Jeannette, I LOVE YOU.
"Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour."
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