15 Sep, 2011

Black Jade

Because I forgive you, yes, for everything.
I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise,

I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you.

Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,
And every street light that our taxi passes shows me you again, still you,

Kenneth Fearing, fromĀ Love 20cents The First Quarter Mile

Barefoot on hardwoord floors, seated at the counter, International Herald Tribune to my right, coffee to my left, Eames chairs behind me.

Paint brush in hand.

Melancoly Trivial Pursuit time: which poet described him/herself as a ‘watercolor’ who ‘washes off’?

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