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Out of Egypt:Halfway to the Promised Land"God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life." |
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February 23, 2006
post-essay poem, 2
Insomniac, night-writer, St. Giles stretches out from top to bottom before you. Walk carefully down the empty street. At this hour, pigeons and mannequins alone are out of doors. Sainsbury's truckloads of groceries stand unguarded, though Debenham's, a little wary, keeps their storefront caged. At 3 am, Oxford is finished. And after these words, so am I.
(I don't really like line 5 (it doesn't actually make sense- but it's there till something better is. Good night all.)
Posted by donovan at 11:32 PM | Category:
hey evan,
i wonder if you know how to post pictures near the headline of a blog. i wish i could custom design my site a little better but i'm technically illiterate. i want to put a small shot of me and of hello kitty right next to my title: The Ways of Brae in China. can you help me with this?
or who should i email to help me?
fondly for you, Brae
evan friend,
you capture the plight of procrastinating perfectionists everywhere.
i love this poem, which, incidentally, seems a sort of departure for you.
i miss you,
charlotte