Sister Winter
"Oh my friends I've
Begun to worry right
Where I should be grateful
I should be satisfied
Oh my heart I
Would clap and dance in place
With my friends I have so
Much pleasure to embrace
But my heart is
Returned to sister winter
But my heart is
As cold as ice
All my friends, I've
Returned to sister winter
All my friends, I
Apologise, apologise"
Just serves as a helpful reminder that when you think you have no words... somebody else probably already wrote them..
in this case, it was sufjan stevens.
thanks sufjan.
2 comments:
sufjan stevens is a megababe with brains. let's love him.
i dont know what the hell you're trying to say with this dude's poem. does this mean you're cold in the heart? feelingsless to the core? this is way to moody and deep for me to grasp but the plains of texas could probably fit right in with this poem. and you must be reading my mind about my latest painting because thats exactly why i wanted to paint it. the shoes and position of the pose. mainly the position of the foot with the shoe. so connected. dont be a cold soul
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