your eyes` endless beauty

your eyes` endless beauty

welcome! this is a blog about things on my mind. things of drawing power.
and about songs in my ear...
Pénélope Slinger

Pénélope Slinger

In the motel room
that night, in the early morning hours,
he opened a curtain. Saw clouds
banked against the moon. He leaned
closer to the glass. Cold air passed
through and put its hand over his heart.
I loved you, he thought.
Loved you well.
Before loving you no longer.

Raymond Carver, closing strophe to “Where They’d Lived,” All Of Us: the Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)

(Source: apoetreflects)


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