I dreamed you were a poem

[ceitie]

Ah, pretty, pretty poetry. Strangely addictive stuff, I kid you not. Check out Pablo Neruda and Alden Nowlan if you've never read them before. The title of this post is a line from a poem by Adrienne Rich.
Here's a link to a gorgeous one by Brighid.
http://brighid.lyricalmagic.com/soma.html

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*yawn*

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i have a lab at nine in the morning, and a quiz that i have yet to study for, and it's three in the morning. i'm screwed, i tell you, screwed! i just finished my paragraph on northern blotting, which took damn well forever, and there was a centipede on the wall, and it fell.on.the.power.bar. so now i can never touch the power bar again and also? i killed it with a perfectly good notebook that i will never be able to use again. ever. my day sucked. how about yours? and also? lovely brighid poem and i like the adrienne rich one, too. heh. pablo neruda, good poetry aside, will always remind me of il postino and ms riggins' english class. ah. the happy times of high school. alright, going to go sleep. so tired. see you soon!