25 outubro, 2010

Meditations in an Emergency

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous
(and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable
list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with
which to venture forth.
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.

It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.  I
admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set.  It's like a
final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.
                                                Frank O'Hara
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