Don't Think, Just Feel

Blackberry-picking

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.

We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.

Seamus Heaney

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&hea rts;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&hea rts;

SONNET CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

I love.

• truth • beauty • freedom • love • my friends • boys • boys with unique facial hair (love chops; not the big poofy ones, but the nicely groomed ones. SO hot.) • dancing • singing • acting • theatre • music • books • movies • art • rain • dancing in the rain • dancing with myself • music in the night • the way the light from passing cars would slip through my blinds and glide across my room at night • nighttime • cuddling • watching people I love sleep and listening to/feeling them breathe • holding people • being held • hugs • the smells of those I love most • giving massages • getting massages • starlight (especially in the mountains) • Disneyland • Disneyland when it rains • dying my hair • school • being me • Buffy • RHPS ♥ Jack Skellington ♥ the Nightmare Before Christmas • basically everything Burton • Shmimprov •
• God •

Youth

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