Swim the sea,
Drink the wild air's salubrity."
Flipping through, of all things, my sister’s CosmoGirl, I found a few lines of Emerson, and it made me really happy. Between the senseless fashion (if the captions below the photos of what “works” and what doesn’t were switched, would anyone know the difference?) and the uncomfortable boy-lust (they fall so easily into swooning over underage celebrities—what does it say about the adults who write this stuff?), I discovered a captivating example of the immediacy of words. See? Poetry is not completely irrelevant.
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