I came across this beautiful poem on tumblr about grammar and punctuation and love. It made me smile.
Source: http://e-ndorphins.tumblr.com/
The Poetry of Grammar. And the Punctuation of Love.
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Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. – P. J. O'Rourke
Love that poem!!
Reminds me of Carol Anne Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’
Anne Hathaway
by Carol Ann Duffy from The World’s Wife
‘Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed …’
(from Shakespeare’s will)
The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover’s words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love –
I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head
as he held me upon that next best bed.
‘his touch a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me,’ Oh, I love that! Beautiful!