depression
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 77
this is the skill level problem in analyzing novices their feelings, frequency of exacerbated feelings, frequency of the game, all emotion rates. Because their feelings, silhouette mental health results or might want to currently collect cultural norms their feelings, frequency of players current colorful name sculpting bias. This the result of thought results or the…
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“La casa dei doganieri” by Eugenio Montale (& 2 translations)
“La casa dei doganieri” Tu non ricordi la casa dei doganieri Sul rialzo a strapiombo sulla scogliera: Desolata t’attende dalla sera In cui v’entrò lo sciame dei tuoi pensieri E vi sostò irrequieto. Libeccio sferza da anni le vecchie mura E il suono del tuo riso non è più lieto: La bussola va impazzita all’avventura E il calcolo…
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wikipedia poem, no. 17
6 days account that I am a long household feeling from drunkenness self I have no deal withdrawn from drunken up he is very close There I drink quality time I do not want sympathy I’m supposed to deal with me I drink me My eyes have changed; my husband (although being stories I am…
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Dinner Poem
At the earliest ending of childhoodAt 30Creamy yolk, sharp red horns Pepper-punch out from the plateHere, there about the oceanA potato, an isle of curled spinach Dash of self-sufficiency, salt, LoveAs the sun sets precisely at sixNo longer a scrawny burger washed down by coke for Wally
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the details unremarkable but important everything visualmostly but alkali when you kiss it isn’t her mouth you taste but yourlisting now gently breath bowing outthere on the sea lost in labor what sense what’s lost and begs no leaving but for it time gales and there on the seafloor full of tidal sludge — green, grayhammering out…
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One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins
What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…
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it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —
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