poetry smoetry
so my friend, kc from kc, doesn't keep in touch at all. i think in the 13 or so years i've known her, she's sent me a letter, uh, maybe once?

but in april, she does this annoying, yet endearing, thing. she spams her entire list with poetry. every day. one poem per day.

here's the thing. poetry is often hard for me to get (tho here's one i get some of the time). and when she started, i thought it was some weird poetry virus trying to kill me. i'm still overwhelmed by it all -- it's too much for me to ingest, and i'd prefer it on paper (preferably letter press on a nice high rag content paper), but there are a few gems (they might all be good, but i can't digest poetry so quickly). this one is from monday, and seems apropos of my life right about now.
A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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