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"I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
If I get the story right, desire is continuous,
equatorial. There is still so much
I want to know: what you believe
can never be removed from us,
what you dreamed on Walnut Street
in the unanswerable dark of your childhood,
learning pleasure on your own.
Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond
for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies.
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.
I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude.
The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries.
Fireflies turn on their electric wills:
an effulgence. Let me come back
whole, let me remember how to touch you
before it is too late."

Stacie Cassarino, Summer Solstice (via petrichour)

(Source: grammatolatry)

find-the-light-in-the-darkness:

littlegracenote:

This is so amazing it’s pissing me off

The spider was it for me

(Source: vraieronique)

nubbsgalore:

in an effort to relocate critically endangered black rhinos to areas better able to protect and grow the population, the black rhino range expansion project briefly flies the animals, blindfolded and tranquilized, from otherwise inaccessible south african terrain to a waiting truck that will drive them to their new home.

from a population that used to number in the hundreds of thousands only a century ago, less than 5,000 black rhinos now remain. there are three recognized subspecies of the black rhino. there were four, but the west african black rhino became officially extinct last year. photos by green renaissance, btv and the wwf

"It’s better to tell your money where to go than to ask where it went."
American proverb, taken from The Paradox of Generosity: Giving We Receive, Grasping We Lose, by Christian Smith and Hilary Davidson. (via oupacademic)

zoomwitch:

number-one-mollusc-fan:

snerky:

incredible

holy shit

look at this