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Víctor Bermúdez
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El fuego que causó tanto alboroto, resultó ser un arco iris.
Hace ya una hora que sigue tensando sus cuerdas.
— Mar 23, 2023 03:09PM
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Hace ya una hora que sigue tensando sus cuerdas.
J
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a dead yew leaf
pearly bubbles and
a torn rachis of moss
(Red, tiny princess dear
now above the bottom in the deep
dances, yes she dances all alone
only with a yellow fluff;
no, but soon, it’ll be soon,
up she’ll come in no time at all)
The red annelid dancer
with two pointed ears,
each metamere, phosphorescent, coral,
correctly adorned with a pearly button,
turns round and round, pirouetting
— Jun 17, 2020 02:13PM
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pearly bubbles and
a torn rachis of moss
(Red, tiny princess dear
now above the bottom in the deep
dances, yes she dances all alone
only with a yellow fluff;
no, but soon, it’ll be soon,
up she’ll come in no time at all)
The red annelid dancer
with two pointed ears,
each metamere, phosphorescent, coral,
correctly adorned with a pearly button,
turns round and round, pirouetting
J
is starting
LOVE & FEVER
Today my forehead dark,
I can’t even look straight at the crows.
My sister, just about now
in a cold gloomy bronze-hued ward,
begins to be burnt by transparent rosy fire.
Truly, though, sister,
today I too feel weighed down, terrible,
so I won’t pick up willow flowers and come.
3/20/1922
— Jun 16, 2020 05:17PM
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Today my forehead dark,
I can’t even look straight at the crows.
My sister, just about now
in a cold gloomy bronze-hued ward,
begins to be burnt by transparent rosy fire.
Truly, though, sister,
today I too feel weighed down, terrible,
so I won’t pick up willow flowers and come.
3/20/1922
Mir
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A ashiki bokko is a an adolescent-looking household guardian. The household thrives as long as they remain, and declines if they leave.
— Oct 09, 2018 10:47AM
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Mir
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I don't think I've read any poems before describing so specifically what it feels like to be dying slowly from something, with no allusions to God, the afterlife, philosophy, etc.
— Oct 09, 2018 10:08AM
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Mir
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None of these things seems mine anymore
except it's me who manages to think like this
damn it! thinking's just thinking
how the hell do you know it's you?
well then do you mean I don't exist...
of shit! don't start that now
— Oct 09, 2018 09:06AM
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except it's me who manages to think like this
damn it! thinking's just thinking
how the hell do you know it's you?
well then do you mean I don't exist...
of shit! don't start that now
Mir
is on page 165 of 274
If he, unable to fathom
what kind of monstrous thought I have in me,
is looking at me like that,
I'd say he's fearful of me.
If I say things more clearly
and act more normally for a while,
that too will fade...
— Oct 08, 2018 01:37PM
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what kind of monstrous thought I have in me,
is looking at me like that,
I'd say he's fearful of me.
If I say things more clearly
and act more normally for a while,
that too will fade...
Mir
is on page 149 of 274
You must make music out of it.
While others live in town or waste their time,
you alone will reap the grass in the stone field.
With that loneliness you must make music.
You must take all the insults and poverty, and sing.
— Oct 08, 2018 10:41AM
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While others live in town or waste their time,
you alone will reap the grass in the stone field.
With that loneliness you must make music.
You must take all the insults and poverty, and sing.
