I who prospered (Gunn)
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.
Thom Gunn, from "The Man with Night Sweats"
Labels: poetry
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
—Junot Díaz
—Junot Díaz
Sunday, February 26, 2017
