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there are the same marks






in our photographs




in our countries





in our memories





as if we are in the same room



singing...

5 comments:

  1. a lovely concept and sentiment and poetic imagery

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  2. finely imagined, conceived, written; and balanced -- it works in the other direction. Very elegant; I can't tell if it suggests childhood to me, or if discovering it is what suggests childhood to me.

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  3. i went to clouds hill once, in dorset

    the home of t.e. lawrence.

    i made this after that day walking.

    he had two sleeping bags, one for guests marked yours, one for him, marked mine.

    he always slept on the floor, even after returning from all those adventure.

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  4. sometime soon, please, tell me how your day went. yesterday.

    i think i should bring you the tatami mat- it has never been used, sits happily in the corner, but maybe it is yours and i didn't realize- it will remind you of lawrence? (this happens fairly often- i look at something & know it was only stopping by here on the way to the true owner)

    thinking of your new journeys- whether they are far or near-

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  5. What I see behind the paper teared and the frontiers is that if you look at this closer, the horizon continues to expand as a tender remembrance.
    Du Bellay would have said : sing this pain, to enchant it.

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