poetry
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Untitled, 051420152314
The ground outside Papered with noise Wild a fire, far off And sleep.
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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. 72
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 70
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 67
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 66
“I’m / here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt / to a decade / of hits” Year went to get a bunny at Orange Oliversity, he was dating a musician who is fake and new and full of businesses. I never turned anyone into a pig. They’re diversity cooked a teaching felt lines…
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Postmodern Sonnet
They. Who? Remixed your soul. A name chopped past MIRAFYN Then a number, roughly, an age? A scratch of photos suggesting a girl. You? Too Old. 24. We bear the weight unnaming You of living. Who? Leave this place we will find you Followers who know better, me Who cannot figure out why No better,…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 65
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Untitled Potion, 040520152117
You are given one potion At the beginning of every clash Another, you choose In peacetime, & pay for With an excise stamp of flesh.
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