Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Charles Simic
Watermelons
tiny buddhas on the fruit stand.
we eat their smiles and spit out the teeth.
Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Sometimes less is all you need.
Sometimes that's hard to remember.
When we have so much to say, so much to bitch about, sometimes we should just say a few sentences
and move on.
So, moving on.
Watermelons
tiny buddhas on the fruit stand.
we eat their smiles and spit out the teeth.
Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Sometimes less is all you need.
Sometimes that's hard to remember.
When we have so much to say, so much to bitch about, sometimes we should just say a few sentences
and move on.
So, moving on.
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