In the morning after the depth of the depth and significance of a long period of time under its difficulties had been spent the end of the TUD, I opened the Kiln to find a crazy clay – two pieces exploded, two pieces crashed. All of that focuses, everything that is glorious, all hours of stress books into wet cut – everything in Shiny Shards. And when the spring had broken out and little girl in the blue rain boots that jumped on the porch, beating the happy clouds.
And I thought, all of this is: breaking, breakdown, breaks open.
The cracking alive.
It is not a simple assignment, we are alive. Coming from the imminent life of our days, the wonders of the first spring trucks singing firearms, and outside the pedestrian children and the shepherd sing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars singing under a thousand stars sings. And somehow, somehow, all that should point to one country where we, in all our fossions, we must live this one life.
The Ellen Bass Recons and all of this in his beautiful poem “any regular waste,” which was early in Academy of American Poews Poews Poews' Peeem-a-Day Newsletter and later included an Anthology How Can You Love the World: Poems Thanks and Hope (library), it is reported here with Ellen's blessing.
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Any general dissolution
by Ellen BassInadequate to make it up to the top
yellow leaves of apple tree, fewer
That is the rivers and refrigerator, shot
On the day of the afternoon. They brightened deeply
Gold-gold against blue so, one bird
can ripping as silk. May have to break
Your heart, but it is not in vain
knowing even one minute living. Noise
of oar to the oclock or rumiverive
Animals ripped the grass. The smell of the ginger ginger.
Ruby neon of liquor liquor.
Socks are warm. You remember your mother,
To clear the festival, as in the enemy
White cotton, decreased upon your toes,
He wounded the heel, turned a cuff. Spirit
can close as you pass in your muddy yard,
The big dippper bears a night down on you, and everything
afraid, all cannot tolerate, melt
Also, as a little girl into your vein –
That's the world's fastest.
Henry James' order by how to stop waiting and starting Hermann Hesse that you can live more, and then tell Ellen poem. “And if you want to break your poems open, I couldn't recommend that her heart Living Room talks wholeheartedly.
