love me some savannah.
"Let the beauty we love be what we do."
This blog is a place for gems that inspire me--sometimes my own work, often not.
This blog is a place for gems that inspire me--sometimes my own work, often not.
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Tour EiffelIts silhouette is a signpost for dreamers.
Naked against sky, its spindly bones
Appear more skeleton than castle
But its crisp arches envelop lace wings,
A scaffold of silvery triangles
Gently unraveling.
In ripening twilight, it pins Paris to earth.
Shadows spill from its crescent rafters,
Drenching the city in the tender cool of evening
And weighing darkness on a scale of steel and stars.
I long to engrave my palms with its print
And twine my veins to take its shape,
To harbor its frame
In the arch of my lungs
Lattice of fissures and tissue and vessels
Feeding air to the restless pulse of my heart.
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I am full of earth
You are heaven’s worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me
You are divinityBut a certain sign of grace is this
From the broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt(Here I am, all of me
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
Yours)
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lilacs remind me of my backyard and bedtime stories on my mama’s lap and cool breeze carrying sweet fragrance through the screen door. They are the wide eyes of summer peering around the corner of my house and whispering promises of fireflies, sprinklers, and slow, warm twilight.
I love lilacs.
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I love the way spring wind rustles in my hair and smells like lilacs and tastes absolutely radiant.
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when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having -
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
- it’s april (yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving -
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
- alive;we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing,the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living -
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
- it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o, it’s spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)—e.e. cummings
(via werenotgettingyounger)
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whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it’s they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn’t: blow death to was)
_all nothing’s only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.—e. e. cummings
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late night studying just makes me want food and miss food and wish for spring break and roadtrips to charlottesville for pizza. there is something just way too wonderful about pizza in general.
(via missglutton)
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