#ClassicMono #Stunday #MacroMonday #ArtYear #PhotographersUnited #EastCoastKin
#ClassicMono #Stunday #MacroMonday #ArtYear #PhotographersUnited #EastCoastKin
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do.
A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts,
Wallace Stevens
To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten on the moon;
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts,
Wallace Stevens
To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten on the moon;
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;