poladroids & poetry

sometimes things are connected and sometimes they aren't. sometimes the poetry is beautiful and so are the images, too.

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Mar 02
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“

I was thirteen,
and they were older.
I’d met them at the public pool. I must

have given them my number. I’m sure

I’d given them my number,
knowing the girl I was…
— Laura Kasischke, Bike Ride with Older Boys
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Jan 07
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“ Hark to the whimper of the sea-gull;
He weeps because he’s not an ea-gull.
Suppose you were, you silly sea-gull.
Could you explain it to your she-gull?
— Ogden Nash, The Sea-Gull
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Jan 06
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“

I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.

Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.

But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
— Billy Collins, Walking Across the Atlantic
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Jan 05
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