henri cartier-bresson que de beautés dans l'art, à condition de pouvoir retenir ce qu'on a vu. To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. Or in front, and I following her just the same. My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous Ĭontent with the present-content with the past,īy my side, or back of me, Eve following, The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,Īmorous, mature-all beautiful to me-all wondrous The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,Ĭurious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, To the garden, the world, anew ascending, The day my grandfather died, the park looked like this: Over the hours and the seasons I got to know every tree and flower and Puerto Rican drummerĪnd homeless Vet in that park. Picknicking, listening to music and celebrating wigstock in our beloved and heroic Those years were special, radical and beautiful, and part of their beauty was strolling, lounging, Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away, girlontape bought a little apartment on Avenue Cīetween 9th and 10th, and lived there happily ever after for a while.
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