Monday, February 15, 2010

I am the snow falling down on you; I burst out about your emptiness

Do you believe in always, the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe, the rain answered

~ E. E. Cummings

From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.

~ Edvard Munch

"After all this time?"