Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
check this heart: click here
1 comment:
that heart is pretty awesome. watching it is just crazy because that's what's going on inside of you all the time. if that little pump stops, then that's it. crazy, just crazy.
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