Now that I think about it, I really want someone to get me a book. It doesn't have to be great, but I'm terrible at picking out books for myself. I was at Barnes&Noble yesterday returning a book that I had a second copy of, and looked for a book to replace it. I intended on picking up a new PostSecret book and leaving, but then I remembered the poetry section and spent an hour leafing through books. I settled with From Totems to Hip-Hop: A Multicultural Anthology of Poetry Across the Americas, 1900-2002. After I finish the book I'm currently reading, maybe this will be next.
Of course, another one of the best gifts you can give to someone is music, but I could go on and on about that.
Sorry I don't have any new writing of my own to post. But here is a Pablo Neruda poem I like:
The Queen
I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.

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