January 13, 2013
"My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight
before going to bed at night.

I open mine as wide as possible.
I like to see everything, I say.
What’s there to see?

Moon. Air. Sunrise.
All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up.
I like to wake up."

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”  (via heliophobus)

(I can’t do closed drapes/windows.)

(via teachingliteracy)

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