10:05 pm on May 5, 2009 | read the article | tags: poems
m-am întors pentru a împ?rt??i cu voi ceva ce îmi place foarte mult: andra: monstrii..
06:55 am on Apr 17, 2009 | read the article | tags: poems
«[…]if a man finishes a poem, he shall bathe in the blank wake of his passion and be kissed by white paper.» the new poetry handbook, by mark strand
02:55 am on Apr 11, 2009 | read the article | tags: poems
there is a place where the sidewalk ends / and before the street begins, / and there the grass grows soft and white, / and there the sun burns crimson bright, /
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight / to cool in the peppermint wind. [where the sidewalk ends, by shel silverstein]
01:33 am on Mar 20, 2009 | read the article | tags: me, poems
terrible throat ache. hexoraletten n. stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. (funeral blues, by auden)
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