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You closed the black doors,like a sealed templeif such a thing exists.You made your dwelling in various dark hearts,slipped into a locked latch.Dry le..
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The caricatures of our soul,
Trapped within white walls,
Sinking into the slumber of morning.
Trees, of which we are the mothers,
Or perhaps wild ..
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Often we yearn to leave the city's pavements behind,To go where calm is deeper,Where we will be loved more.We will delight in the metaphors of fallen ..
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Goats fallen into the ravine
Their blood on the rocks,
Every moment is dangerous,
A herald of death,
A goat lying down
To rest on the rocky hill,..
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The wind flutters your black cloak,You smoke a cigaretteWith a hand frozen from the cold,The red fragments of your heartAre piled beneath your feet,Yo..
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Fly away black bird,
perhaps you’ll encounter a carcass
or someone kind
will offer it to you.
You’ll hide in the dry bushes with food,..
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I was simply singing,
watching red poppies
in the field,
thinking of nothing,
just remembering
the sea of my childhood,
as Banville does
in h..
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Somewhere far away meadows,a small spring,the sound of a lyre,smiling people.In cornfields, peasants working.I searched for a medicinal herb.
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We brought saplings of trees,radiant peach, apple.We nurtured them, they bore divine fruit.I wanted to export them, but in vain,says the farmer from G..
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You talk to everyone, everyone in your heart,
But you’re not a god,
You’re just a woman sitting in a subway car, talking to herself.
Yo..
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