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Mar 14, 2006 16:44

Sometimes I wish the world were finite so that I could feel significant ( Read more... )

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Right Place, Right Time auntjanice March 15 2006, 05:58:25 UTC
To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love's convenient things,
Enticed to come.

Fashioning what she is,
Fathoming what she was,
We deem we dream --
And that dissolves the days
Through which existence strays
Homeless at home.

(Emily Dickinson)

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Re: Right Place, Right Time debauched22 March 15 2006, 12:55:36 UTC
*Sigh* I do love Emily Dickinson: "the soul selects her own society, then shuts the door, on her divine majority, obtrude no more..." Tres brilliant. And of course Dickinson knows what it's like to live and write as a recluse. In a sense, being socially alienated actually fostered her creativity. I wouldn't want to live like she did, though.

Who are your favorite poets, by the way?

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Hmmmmm...Let's See auntjanice March 16 2006, 07:02:12 UTC
Dickinson of course, also Keats, Eliz. B. Browning (my Victorian obsession coming out there), Shakespeare's sonnets, lately been looking at Marianne Moore, also you got me going on Pablo Neruda, whose real name is Neftali Ricardo Reyes Baso, I discovered, along with some of his political history, oh well, the poems are still all I care about anyhow ( ... )

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