a simple, frugal heart.

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sparklybits: Adrienne Rich (1929-2012) This high summer we love will pour its lightthe fields grown rich and ragged in one strong momentthen before we’re ready will crash into autumnwith a violence we can’t accepta bounty we can’t forgiveNight frost will strike when the noons are warmthe pumpkins wildly glowing      the green tomatoesstraining huge on the vinesqueen anne and blackened susan will straggle rustyas the milkweed  stakes her claimshe who will stand at last     dark sticks barely risingup through the snow     her testament of continuationWe’ll dream of a longer summerbut this is the one we have:I lay my sunburnt handon your table:     this is the time we have Your Native Land, Your Life 

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Adrienne Rich (1929-2012)

This high summer we love will pour its light
the fields grown rich and ragged in one strong moment
then before we’re ready will crash into autumn
with a violence we can’t accept
a bounty we can’t forgive
Night frost will strike when the noons are warm
the pumpkins wildly glowing      the green tomatoes
straining huge on the vines
queen anne and blackened susan will straggle rusty
as the milkweed  stakes her claim
she who will stand at last     dark sticks barely rising
up through the snow     her testament of continuation
We’ll dream of a longer summer
but this is the one we have:
I lay my sunburnt hand
on your table:     this is the time we have

Your Native Land, Your Life 

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To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. And at Midnight? Oh, then the enigma of time itself; of a day that will never come again passing into history while we sleep.
Clive Barker
via heartmindspirit)

(Source: heartmindawakening, via cynicismbedamned)

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“Use Me” by Bill Withers, Fiona Apple cover. 

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