tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520849174973581756.post6087386464939051176..comments2023-08-23T06:09:37.861-05:00Comments on chambanachik: A Matter of Life and Deatherikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432371971747985519noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520849174973581756.post-39709431304915274362009-09-02T07:59:15.140-05:002009-09-02T07:59:15.140-05:00I love that! You need to find poems for me more of...I love that! You need to find poems for me more often!erikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09432371971747985519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5520849174973581756.post-3655856692267334182009-09-01T21:14:31.399-05:002009-09-01T21:14:31.399-05:00"There is so much that has begun in my life, ..."There is so much that has begun in my life, I have, at moments, forgotten that the world has kept spinning for everyone else." this reminds me of a poem by W.H. Auden <br /><br />Musee des Beaux Arts <br /><br />"About suffering they were never wrong,<br />The Old Masters; how well, they understood<br />Its human position; how it takes place<br />While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;..."A Boring Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13493403590266164805noreply@blogger.com