Lord Byron
Emily Dickinson
John Keats
Sappho
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