Friday, April 10, 2015

now that is just cruel

"Your poetic dream date is:

Lord Byron
Emily Dickinson
John Keats
Arthur Rimbaud"

HOW CAN I CHOOSE (I went with Keats, okay, first literary crushes die never)

The long-tailed mockingbird flew
dressed like scissors:
perched on a thread, it listed to
the telegraph’s deep voice,
the wire’s blue pulse,
heard words, kisses, numbers,
fleet petals from the soul,
then launched its trill,
released a transparent stream,
and scattered its delirium to the winds.

- Pablo Neruda