The summer lightning of shy human friendship,
Into the cool past that will never come back.
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A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no identity; he is
continually informing and filling some other body
Keats
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“I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it — you will regret both.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life
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Leaving the house your leaves glance white into the dark.
cracks mimic my own –
my mother’s hair was never white.
Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine
an insensible history, I forsake
my yellow-haired mother did not come home.
One life above the well do you hover?
laughter and terror
my quiet mother weeps for everyone.
(A cut up of Pauls celan’s Aspen Tree and Daniele Pantano’s Moving)
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The apples have fallen and
invited lovers into her boudoir
and you aren’t here to create a
sensation
everything goes on like before
seducing in the dry grass
voluptuous femininity 14 years on
still the stone has fallen by the bed
longevity covers the pillow.
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Any thoughts ….
Selected from one of Kierkegaard’s more well known works, Either/Or.
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