Glass (excerpt)
‘I still care for you, you know’
That phrase again Everyone
cares for me. They just don’t
know how to love me.
Ellen Hopkins
This is a collection of poetry that makes me go "oof."
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2011-10-11
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2011-06-06
The night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learned the language of another world.
Lord Byron -
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Monday
Is anything sadder than a train
That leaves when it’s supposed to,
That has only one voice,
Only one route?
There’s nothing sadder.
Except perhaps a cart horse,
Shut between two shafts
And unable even to look sideways.
Its whole life is walking.
And a man? Isn’t a man sad?
If he lives in solitude a long time,
If he believes time has run its course,
A man is a sad thing too.
Primo Levi -
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Now it’s computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year olds will have computers
and everybody will know everything
about everybody else
long before they meet them
and so they won’t want to meet them.
nobody will want to meet anybody
else ever again
and everybody will be
a recluse
like I am now.
Charles Bukowski -
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Gift
You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
This is not silence
this is another poem
and you would hand it back to me.
Leonard Cohen
