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    deprieved lot

    as you are (of english poetry) in this magnificiant forum, I'll share my favourites:

    Her kind

    I have gone out, aposessed witch,
    haunting the black air, braver at night;
    dream,ing evil I have done my hitch
    over the plain houses, light by light:
    lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind.
    A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
    I have been her kind.

    I have found the warm caves in the woods,
    filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves.
    closets, silks, innumerable goods;
    fixed the supers for the worms and the elves:
    whining, rearranging the disaligned.
    A woman like that is misunderstood.
    I have been her kind.

    I have ridden in your cart driver,
    waved my nude arms at villages going by,
    learning the last bright routes, survivor
    where your flames still bite my thigh
    and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
    A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
    I have been her kind.

    ~~Anne sexton

    And the days are not long enough:

    And the days are not long enough
    And the nights are not long enough
    And life slips by like a field mouse
    NOt shaking the grass

    ~~Erza pound
    rubber band rubber band rubber band rubber band rubber band

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    At Polish Salach (easter sunday 1998)

    While I was looking for easter snow on the hills
    You showed me, like a concentration of violets
    Or a fragment of some future unimagined sky,
    A single spring gentian shivering at our feet.

    ~~Micheal Longley

    Gare du Midi

    A nondescript express in from the South,
    Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face
    To welcome which the mayor has not contrived
    Bugles or braid: something about the mouth
    Distracts the stray look with alarm and pity.
    Snow is falling. Clutching a little case,
    He walks out briskly to infect a city
    Whose terrible future may have just arrived.

    ~~W.H. Auden
    rubber band rubber band rubber band rubber band rubber band

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      Re: deprieved lot

      Originally posted by hiccup:
      as you are (of english poetry) in this magnificiant forum, I'll share my favourites:

      And the days are not long enough:

      And the days are not long enough
      And the nights are not long enough
      And life slips by like a field mouse
      NOt shaking the grass


      ~~Erza pound

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