I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.
— E.E. Cummings (via fernsandmoss)
Tag: poets
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November 12th, 2012 9:28pm
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October 18th, 2012 7:50am
A prison becomes a home if you have the key.—Bohemian poet George Sterling’s purported response when asked about the cyanide pill he carried for years. He eventually killed himself with it.
(via squashed)
