one kettle one willow tree… this too is spring– Issa (via yama-bato)
About Death and Other Things, by Aleksandar...
How strange will be my death,of which I've been thinking since childhood: A sedentary old man leaving a small-town library leans to one side and eventually collapses on the lawn. I’ve every reason to believe that I’ll experience what the others have experienced while I climb the stairs carrying my supper in a plastic bag, not even turning to look at the one who in that moment descends...
goodpoetry: I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people. Charles Bukowski