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interlude poétique #2 - Día de los Muertos
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
Emily Dickinson
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25.10.10
hotel cordovan
Doisneau in my room
(number fifty something)
hiding behind the curtains
(he is quaint)
a fire within
ice without
(a revolution)
marbles lost by the sky
or pearls thrown to swine
(i do not know)
but how surreal
(number fifty something)
hiding behind the curtains
(he is quaint)
a fire within
ice without
(a revolution)
marbles lost by the sky
or pearls thrown to swine
(i do not know)
but how surreal
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