
“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Friday, August 27, 2010
Big Brother and Little Sister

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One of the funny little things about having a girl is that you get pink dryer lint on her laundry day. When I was pregnant with Jane I told myself I would avoid buying very many pink things [it's so overdone, pshaw]. After a while, you find you don't really care. Pink kind of rocks. And for some reason, pink dryer lint just makes you smile.
I had to laugh at the girl things you said you aren't ready for. I feel the same way about the boy equivalents!
See you and your darling pregnant glow soon!
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