Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother's things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on, loving the wild and Moorish music of them, coating her tongue with the thin skinof their crimson petals. Snapping her fingers, flamenco dancer, she'd mock the clack of castanetsin answer to their gypsy cadence. She would crouch toward the flounce of flowers, twirl, stamp her foot, then kick it outas if to lift the ruffles, scarletalong the hemline of her yard. And so, I dug up, soil and all, the thistle-toothed and gray-green clumpsof leaves, the testicle seedpods and hairy stemsboth out of season, to transplant them in my less-exotic garden. There, they bloomher blood's abandon, year after year, roots holding, their poppy heads noddinga carefree, opium-ecstatic, possibly forever sleep. . Jane Glazer
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you,...
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Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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Pablo Neruda
We love the things we love for what they are.
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Robert Frost
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI 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...
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E.e. Cummings
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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Plato
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Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother's things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on, loving the wild and Moorish music of them, coating her tongue with the thin skinof their crimson petals....
