The Rest Polyester

Here’s to

the best summer I’ve lived

and the best semester I’ll live.

That is of course, until next semester. And next summer.

Here’s to

the struggles, the self-discipline

the happiness, the hedonism

Here’s to having it all.

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

Langston Hughes

I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two—
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.

Langston Hughes

If we have not struggled
as hard as we can
at our strongest
how will we sense
the shape of our losses
or know what sustains
us longest or name
what change costs us,
saying how strange
it is that one sector
of the self can step in
for another in trouble,
how loss activates
a latent double, how
we can feed
as upon nectar
upon need?

—Kay Ryan, from Say Uncle (Grove Press, 2000)

(Source: apoetreflects)