Something to share before I go to bed.
I've been cleaning out my art and writing cabinets and I came across a poem I thought I had lost. It's nothing much, just an odd little poem I wanted to sharre with everyone.
Stationery
The moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.
Write to me.
-Agha Shahid Ali
Wow, as I was reading what I had written, I suddenly burst into tears. So here I am, crying like a girlish twat and I don't even know why. I think I need a hug. Or maybe an egg sammich.
With ham.
Stationery
The moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.
Write to me.
-Agha Shahid Ali
Wow, as I was reading what I had written, I suddenly burst into tears. So here I am, crying like a girlish twat and I don't even know why. I think I need a hug. Or maybe an egg sammich.
With ham.