Usagi
The Poetic Rabbit
What I’ve Never Forgotten:
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters-
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Daily Archives: November 3, 2009
Joy
I can hear nothing but bliss thumping in my ears– memories revived.
Posted in Haiku, Poetry
Tagged beginnings, Haiku, happiness, My Poetry, Poem, reunion, self-discovery
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