“
Isn’t it always like this –
joy and sorrow calling
to each other
across an open field.
How strange the heart’s
equivalents –
she is leaving:
it is snowing.
— Sally Bliumis-Dunn, excerpt from Angie, Leaving (via holdonmagnolia)
(via yesyes)
Isn’t it always like this –
joy and sorrow calling
to each other
across an open field.
How strange the heart’s
equivalents –
she is leaving:
it is snowing.
— Sally Bliumis-Dunn, excerpt from Angie, Leaving (via holdonmagnolia)
(via yesyes)
This whole poem is lovely but these lines in particular spoke to me - my middle name is Joy and I have “Joy” and...