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These
small afflictions
carry the weight
of death.
*
Photographer Stephanie Slate
Poem written in the Fall of 2013
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...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
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3 comments:
this is really good.
Short and sweet and to the point.
Very good poem Bean.
I thought the pic was a human skelly at first.
Then I put on my readers. A bird.
Even more poignant...
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