...But as the purple and the crimson go,
The mountains brighten as Sun flings below
His blossoms: last remembrance on the hills
From the far sunfields where such flowers grow.
He leaves their rose and purple blooming still,
Not knowing–does he know how swiftly they
Will wilt, how fast their wondrous beauty fades away?
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On the day I remembered how to
blush
the wind bore starch
gave me spine
to go back to a faded memory of
a time I pulled back the
sheets and heard her say
show me yours I’ll
show you mine and
we were ten
wild as roadside elderberries
minnows in a creek
and bold as molasses
on the day I learned how to
blush.

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How happy I was if I could forget -
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity-
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.

Emily Dickinson

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Ce qu'il y a de bien avec #mastodon, c'est qu'on commence tous vraiment un peu au même moment. (Pour ceux qui arrivent ou reviennent). Un peu comme une grande rentrée des classes. Ça grouille, les exclamations fusent, les sourires s'échangent. On se présente. Ça va être bien.
Moi, je m'appelle Stéphane, et j'écris et je toot de la #poésie. Avec quelques citations philo & sagesse aussi. Et toi ?
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