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Author F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), with his wife, Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald (1900-1948), date unknown.
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4.
How many strange secrets
have we told the flowers,
in hopes that this delicate balance
can tell us the weight of passion.
The stars are all troubled
from being mixed with our heartaches.
And from the strongest to the weakest
none no longer tolerate
our varying moods
our uprising, our cries —,
except the untiring table
and the bed (unconscious table).From The Orchards
(submitted by nthword)
To suspend flowers in the cubes, work in layers: Fill an ice tray (one that makes large cubes so the ice will last longer) a quarter of the way with water, add flowers facing down, and freeze. Add more water to fill halfway, and freeze. Fill to the top, and freeze again.
For ice that’s especially clear, use distilled water that has been boiled and then cooled. This limits impurities and air bubbles, which make ice cloudy.
Use only edible flowers, such as orchids, nasturtiums, pansies, and snapdragons, that have been grown to be eaten (to ensure they haven’t been treated with chemicals). (via)
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“First Kiss”
Ashwin Mehrayour lips
like food, and drink,
as soft as air
should be pressed against mine,
feel wholesome.
ours, not yours,
no rooms for why
know just that it is
and life goes on.
but now you know mine
and perhaps they’ll be
like food, and drink,
as soft as airyour lips.
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Read for more of Ashwin’s poetry at his blog.
from the first issue of the Atomy.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.(submitted by knight-of-void)
the chill of the moon
lingers here
miles between
the stars and
our lips
the kiss we left
suspended at dusk
with our hands hiding
somewhere deep inside
our pockets.
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before you kissed me
you whispered
something so softly
only my soul
could hear it,
and at that moment
i understood everything,
why the
earth
and stars
and universe existed,
and why i was created
with a heart.
i want more of your lungs,
and skin and thoughts,
i want those eyes and that heart
and all those fingerprints, i want you
to want me. and i want nothing
to remain of us after,
except the hole that was left
there by the lightning.
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