Louise-Charlotte
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The Wind (and Him)A Poem by Louise-CharlotteSlowly woken upBy the changing light in the roomAnd the sound of a vivid wind,The man I loveStill full of dreamsLying beside me,I look through the win.. |
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The MotherA Poem by Louise-CharlotteShe is resting on my sofa. I turn the music down a little. She thinks I'm working, But I'm writing about her. She closes her eyes. I look at her... |
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The BikeA Poem by Louise-CharlotteEarly Sunday morning,The weather hesitates.So do I.I stand in the empty street.There's a fine rain.The bike ride home takes half an hour.Twenty minute.. |
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The DuckA Poem by Louise-CharlotteI am waiting for the train. Three more minutes says the arrival board. It says two now. I must have looked at it at the end of the first minute. O.. |
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The KettleA Poem by Louise-CharlotteThe iron kettle is bigger than me. Wiser. It boils water and sings, shakes, lives, does not get hurt. It can burn my skin. I look at it from every.. |
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