The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Contributed By: Alistair Noon, Osip Mandelshtam
The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
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1. Tire Swing He hacks at the thicket, grabs hold of the blackberry canes, bloodies his hands; blackens them with juices. He looks at his hands, sees labor: a future in tearing down. There are children swinging on a swinging tire. He wants to join them. He feels a stare; his father sits on the […]
Celebration of the celebration & holding all of the rhythms all at once, the lightning inside of the art museum is not always pinned to be a prize against the static walls; the lightning, the growl of the lightning is my children & they become the whole show as any dramatic weather can become the […]
