things I like this week, vol. 32

First, the poems:

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door . . . 

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For each age is a dream that is dying
or one that is coming to birth.

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The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
[XVI]

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And then the pictures for which I can give no good source link, since they are off friends' facebook pages:

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The bit of light on her inner thigh is what makes the photo.

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They were camped out in my friend's parents' backyard.

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I'm not generally one to repost these ecards, but this one speaks to a pet peeve I've had for years.

I have the same pet peeve when it comes to people who get "to thine ownself be true" as a tattoo.

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And now, the photos I can source:

Steve McCurry, again.

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Bookshelf Porn, so aptly named.

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Edvard Munch.

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And now, the videos:

Five ways to open a bottle of wine without a corkscrew. (The shoe is my favorite.)

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Watch what she does on her toes. Insane.

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And, finally, a token, a quote, a list, and a note.

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