February 21, 2010

happy birthday, w.h.

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

February 16, 2010

February 12, 2010

soon part of me will explore the deep and dark floor of the harbor

look, ma! i'm on the internet!

low log is a site that was started up officially just yesterday by two sarah lawrence grads. have a look around, and spread that link far and wide. there is some good writing on there.

hmmm.... a longer, more real, and less self-promoting post soon to come.