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'Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.'
T.S Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night
T.S Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Jul 19, 2025
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😃I’ll let one of her poems say it best:
“Leonard Avenue
Two floors down I loll in warm cinnamon-scented water. Box piled on box on box, up under the eaves you float in turgid bloodwarm sleep. Bundled in my robe I climb bearing coffee steaming incense on the chill stairway air. We’ll drink it dabbling in bed on the shore between waking and sleep where you enter my wetness and I take in your warmth.”
Excerpt From Moon Is Always Female Marge Piercy
Two floors down I loll in warm cinnamon-scented water. Box piled on box on box, up under the eaves you float in turgid bloodwarm sleep. Bundled in my robe I climb bearing coffee steaming incense on the chill stairway air. We’ll drink it dabbling in bed on the shore between waking and sleep where you enter my wetness and I take in your warmth.”
Excerpt From Moon Is Always Female Marge Piercy
May 29, 2025
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english translation:
This fair night is the moon's But who owns the dark night? The Moon hides not amidst stars Nor could stars hide within the Moon -Shiv Kumar
This fair night is the moon's But who owns the dark night? The Moon hides not amidst stars Nor could stars hide within the Moon -Shiv Kumar
Jan 26, 2025
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✍️because of the last two stanzas….
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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Jun 29, 2025
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🍎who, me? oh yeah. just a healthy snack i grabbed on the go. not a big deal. now watch me throw it up into the air and laugh a little bit. what? oh, this old thing? haha, just an apple. you know me!
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