Naked on Cashmere

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"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.

28/03/2020

She Had an Uncanny Energy

She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

3 min
26/03/2020

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

4 min
24/03/2020

She Wasn't Happy or Sad

She wasn’t happy or sad, in love or out of love, she was just there existing in the ebb and flow of life— and that was a dangerous place to be but her worst mistake was forgetting to remember there was more. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

3 min
21/03/2020

In The Mornings

In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed to the music of the dream we’d found. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

2 min
19/03/2020

“i carry your heart with me” by e e cummings

"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

5 min
17/03/2020

Does The Sun Promise To Shine?

Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will— even behind the darkest clouds, and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter for that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. To love you is not my promise but my fate— to burn for you until I can burn no more xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

4 min
14/03/2020

All Life Is A Revolt

All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard? xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

3 min
12/03/2020

On Those Nights

On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars close your eyes look up tongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

3 min

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"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.