letters to a young poet

[retrospectif]

"Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it

Comments

[anonymous]

thank you:)
henceforth, i shall be a tree.
and i must remember that summer -will- come.

yuelin

[retrospectif]

Summer, and the rest of our lives!!

[retrospectif]

hi jiayue! nice to hear from you :) your blog names are so cute - cats and citrus!! two of my favourite things.

my holiday plans almost always never materialize either - my room is still in the same mess it was in years ago :( fingers crossed the trend is broken this year, for both of us. all the best for exams!!