The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images, or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Beauty in Chaos
i never saw beauty
in chaos
until after that trip;
it was art
painted so
i knew that not everything that seems set
and perfect
actually is
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