A Valediction Forbidding Mourning (Adrienne Rich Poems)
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
Talking of poetry, hauling the books arm-full to the table where the heads bend or gaze upward, listening, reading aloud, ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
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