Mr. Eaves
“ah my love, ah my own.” “I shall stop loving you little by little.”
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“Will you come back?” Will you leave me here, dying?
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I think Mr Eaves is a mix of just enough tradition with an updated twist. It’s familiar enough to be friendly, yet different enough to be interesting. Due to its relatively wide p r o p o r t i o n s , as compared with the original Baskerville, it’s useful for giving presence to small amounts of text such as poetry, or for elegant headlines and for use in print ads. “It makes the reader slow down a bit and contemplate the message.”
I CRAVE YOUR MOUTH,YOUR VOICE, YOUR HAIR.
Don’t go far off, not even for a day. Don’t g knowhow to say it - a day is long and I will the trains are parked off somewhere else, a then the little drops of anguish will all run t home will drift into me, choking my lost hea beach, may your eyelids never flutter into t my dearest, because in that moment you’ll earth, asking, will you come back? Will yo
go far off, not even for a day, because I don’t be waiting for you, as in an empty station whe asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, becau together, the smoke that roams looking for a art. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me for a seco have gone so far I’ll wander mazily over all th ou leave me here, dying?
PABLO NERUDA
Dear Sarah Eaves, Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You’ve vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden church. Naked you are tiny as one of your nails; Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores; Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, And becomes a naked hand again.
Love, John Baskerville
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Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.
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Well, now, little by little you stop loving me shall stop loving you little by little.
suddenly ou forget me o not look for me, or I shall already have forgotten you.
you think it long and mad, he wind of banners hat passes through my life, nd you decide o leave me at the shore f the heart where I have roots, emember hat on that day, t that hour, shall lift my arms nd my roots will set off o seek another land.
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