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: April 24, 2012
My Most Beautiful Thing
Of all the moments that sparkle in my life, this one is unexpected and yet the dearest. Tomorrow we bury my father. My mother, sister, brother and I greet the visitors for the ritual viewing. Some people we know and … Continue reading
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