Monday, February 20, 2012


"I have watched your smile in your sleep
and I know it is the boat 
in which my sun rides under the earth
all night on the wave of your breath
no wonder the days grow short
and waking without you
is the beginning of winter

"How is it that I can hear your bird voice now
trickling among the ice towers
through the days of the anvil
as the year turns I carry an echo
over my own stones and I listen
my eyes are open looking ahead
I walk a little ahead of myself touching
the air where nobody sees you
and the sun as it sets through the forest of windows
unrolls slowly
its unrepeatable secret
all the colors of autumn without the leaves

"You were shaking and an air full of leaves
flowed out of the dark falls of your hair
down over the rapids of your knees
until I touched you and you grew quiet
and raised to me
your hands and your eyes and showed me
twice my face burning in amber

"Already  on the first hill with you beside me
at the foot of the ruins I saw through the day
and went on without pausing
loving the unheld air
as a wing might love it flying
toward you unknowing

"When they are together our hands are of an age
and a dark light flows up between them
into its feathers
We have brought
nothing with us
but what has come of itself
we pass the stone fragments
the ancient smiles holding out
no hands
like the trees their sisters born older

"I trust neither memory nor expectation
but even the white days of cities
belong to what they do not see
even the heart of the doubters' light is gold
even when you are not with me
in the flowerless month of the door god
you look at me with your eyes of arrival

"Thirty days after the solstice
forms of ripe wheat
emerge from the tips of the branches
Far outside them
where you have never been
I reach for you with my eyes
I call you with my body
that knows your one name

"Days when I do not hear you 
it seems that the season flows backward
but it is only
of hollow streets
deaf smoke
rain on water

"We cross the smooth night lake together
in the waiting boat
we are welcomed without lights
again and again we emerge by day
hand in hand
from all four corridors at once
under the echoing dome
guided by what has not been said 

"The shadow of my moving foot 
feels your direction
you come toward me
bringing the gold through the rust
you step to me through the city of amber
under the moon and the sun
voice not yet in the words
what is spoken is already
another year."
-- W.S. Merwin


"Kore" by W.S. Merwin - to read the complete piece (nope, this isn't the whole thing), see his collection The Compass Flower.

Photos by Josh.

Glasses//Ray Ban
Dress (worn as blouse)//Vintage, 1980s
Skirt//Vintage, 1980s
Trench Coat//Vintage, Thrifted
Cardigan//Charlotte Russe
Shoes//Vintage, 1980s via The Paraders


  1. This is a very sweet outfit. I adore the colour pallette, you've put it together so well!
    dimples x

  2. I love this outfits. It's flows so beautifully, and the setting looks perfect for it. I love the pictures!


  3. i love your use of poetry interweaving the outfit posts. it really works well.

    i used to be into writing and wrote a lot. i read a ton of poetry and still own a bunch of books. but for years now, i just can't seem to be able to write like back in the day.

    all of your thrift stuff is just way too adorable - that dress/blouse is so cute.

    1. Thank you, dear!
      I'm sorry you've been blocked for so long! I hope someday inspiration will come back to you :)

  4. Engaging poem, enhanced by your beautiful photos.

  5. What an enchanting poem, and you've designed your post so beautifully around it. I love, love your curly hair and the soft colors you favor. Thanks so much for linking up to Visible Monday!

  6. Lovely pictures love the mood you set:)

  7. thank you for sharing this lovely poem, you set the right mood for your vintage outfit. The pokka dots are simply adorable, my favorite print! THese shots of you are really pretty.


  8. you look so vintagey pretty here. the photos are amazing. and those dorky glasses? makes me wish i had bad eyesight.
    p.s. - i sent you an email :)

  9. Lovely, lovely image for Visible Monday. But, crickey, is '80's 'vintage'? I thought it was merely 'just had in my wardrobe for a while'!

  10. I just adore the lighting in these photos! They came out splendidly! PS so glad you liked Lisa's work. She is such an amazing artist.

  11. I agree with shybiker, the poem is highlighted beautifully by your photos. Thanks for sharing!

  12. beautiful! that first picture of you is breathtaking!

  13. Love all the polka dots in this outfit! So pretty :)

  14. u have indeed a gr8 blog,, poetry+fashion --- unusual but awesome combination.

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  16. That poem is so beautiful-I want to read the whole thing!!!!!

    I'm in love with your outfit. You just look so darn cute!!

    1. I'm thrilled that you like it! I definitely recommend reading the whole piece. That whole collection is beautiful. I think you'd really enjoy it.

  17. You look beautiful. I love the prints and colors and these photos are so artsy. Also did you write this?!

    1. Aww thank you! I wish I could claim this piece as my own! Isn't it breathtaking?! It's written by W.S. Merwin. He's one of my favorites.

  18. Wow, what a lovely poem, I really enjoyed reading that! You look super adorable as well, I love mixing polka dot patterns together :)


  19. That's an excellent polka-dot situation.

  20. what a beautiful field! & the lighting looks like summer already. you look lovely in such a sweet vintage look, as usual : )


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