Since Feeling is First

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Work's been nuts. I've been sick. Crazy times all round. Since I was so busy in February I found it hard to sit down and read a whole chapter of one of the few books I have on the go. Nightly, I would get a few paragraphs in and sleep would gently follow. But, since I find it hard to go without reading something, as night sweeps over the city I've found myself reading a lot of poetry before bed. Shakespeare, Poe, Cummings and more....They're short n' sweet and the perfect midnight lullaby.

Here's one of my favourites by e. e. cummings.

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;


wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis


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Goodnight princes of the midnight internet