I find you
in these tears, few,
useless and here at last.
Don't come back.
Stichwörter: tears
As you know, Joyce was a writer who asked his reader to give him a lifetime,” he said. “I am that reader, and I can tell you it was a wasted life.
Philip LevineYou have begun to separate the dark from the dark.
Philip LevineHow weightless
words are when nothing will do.
Thirty years will pass before I remember
that moment when suddenly I knew each man
has one brother who dies when he sleeps
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,
and that together they are only one man
sharing a heart that always labours, hands
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
I say, Father, the years have brought me here, still your son, they have brought me to a life I cannot understand.
Philip Levine… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come.
— Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy
Stichwörter: change stars water diamonds rivers
Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything.
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