Poem: Tolerance
I sent you what you left me with.
Hands clean and spirit gone:
Everything is neat now.
I wonder why I took it.
Putting up was neither noble nor warranted.
Such a disgrace, really.
Hands clean and spirit gone:
Everything is neat now.
I wonder why I took it.
Putting up was neither noble nor warranted.
Such a disgrace, really.
posted by debbie millman at 2/17/2006 02:24:00 PM
2 Comments:
Debbie,
As always the new episodes are great. Thank you again and again.
Reading the last couple of posts made me think of Anne Michaels. If you haven't read her poetry (unlikely I suppose, but possible) I think that you might really enjoy it. The Weight of Oranges is great.
I always listen to the podcasts, but I just found your blog today, so I'm excited to have even more. I appreciate that you are so open with that which moves you.
-Rebecca
thank you so much, rebecca. truly.
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