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Like the Peppered Moth that
Due to the pollution of the time
Turned darker and darker till
It was black and thus survived,
Here and now w..
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Slippered feet shuffle
from wall to wall
Resting on weathered
milestones
Left like breadcrumbs
around the house
A photograph, a book, abr..
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Tattered flags flap over
Shifting sand dunes
Once in a century
Rain falls over the desert
The ground turns
Red with the blood of
Y..
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Partly inspired by the film of the same title.
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"I have
always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.
The intellect is
a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the s..
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Let the mourners mourn
Let the weepers weep, for
It’s the soul’s elemental need
That she muses and
ruminates
Gazing in the bl..
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On a boulder, as rugged and ancient
As life itself, she sits motionless.
Impassive like a statue, she waits for
A new day and the weak warmth..
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Cherry trees in full bloom
Should be a joyful sight
But their beauty brings no joy
To a world where your hands
Rest no more in mine
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Old objects at the museum and poetry are both things of the past. We observe them, and try to get an understanding and a feeling for them.
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“One time the bodies got mixed up,” he giggles,
“they got the wrong man in the coffin!”
I am stunned to silence, but he ..
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