Anodynes

[aharbor4you]

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

- Emily Dickinson -

Comments

[vixen_in_me]

wow
each her new poem I read is surprising me.

[aharbor4you]

wtf man? are you coming to paris or not?
I haven't heard from you in a while
anyways

and old favorite poem, even if it is really simple

If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
- Emily Dickinson -

[aharbor4you]

hey dude hows it going?
you havent posted in a while, thought it was kinda weird so I just wanted to see what's up
oh I lost my cell so I don't have you number any more,
and I've been meaning to ask, have you heard from Ernesto lately? what ever happened to him? do you know how I can get in contact with him?
hope all's well man, take care and I hope to hear from you soon

ciao