So last Tuesday I managed to time my drive down from campus to the city exactly with the onset of a snowstorm because my professor discouraged me from skipping lab in order to get an early start. Long story short, the car spun out into an icy creek—but!—I got a 20/20 on my lab.
- speakmnemosyne said: because you are a bird and have tiny lungs
BLESS YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE.
My superpower: ability to write beautiful scraps of poetry that connect to nothing and will never develop into true stanzas
Why am I so tired?
The light that hangs in the ailanthus weaves
The leaves’ leavetaking overtaking leaves.
The actual is real and not imagined,—still,
The eye, so learned in disenchantment, sees
Two trees at once, this one of summer’s will,
And winter’s one, when no bird will assail
The skyline’s hyaline transparencies,
Emptying its architecture by degrees.
Roundly in its fury, soon, the sun
Feverish with light, goes down, and on
Come ambitious stars—the stars that were
But this morning dimmed. Somewhere a slow
Piano scales the summits of the air
And disappears, and dark descends, and though
The birds turn off their songs now light is gone,
The mind drowned in the dark may dream them on.