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Tag: poem
Winter in Japan
The bells still ring, battering The precious sculpture I carved For her, or the next lover And tearing the pages… Read more Winter in Japan
The way it works:
Hither and thither Fly with a flutter Approach your jury Upon a stutter Until you’re sent And chained To… Read more The way it works:
El Toro Blanco
I am a bull in the arena of Madrid. As they stick needles into me This magnificent structure, with the… Read more El Toro Blanco
The sailor to the blizzard
I have lost my footprints in the jewl-like snow Only finding my way back to strangers homes Inhabited by the… Read more The sailor to the blizzard
