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A Poem A Day!: Going to Tallahassee
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Sunday, May 2, 2010. The air simmers over the airstrip. Hungering for the landing. How it pucks and soughs, fried. I am going to Tallahassee with a five-foot tin tub. And a tale of sorrow unraveling behind me. All around me young mothers are shepherding. Rain scatters l...
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Friday, May 14, 2010. This quiet girl walks as if. She has a twin joined to her hips. Her arms thin as stripped. Boughs, her hair. Of an arid country. Jaroslava walks between white pines. As a severed leg. Where she walks the night keens towards morning.
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Friday, May 7, 2010. Morning sounds its bells. In the rooster’s throat:. Spring breaks like a wave. On my shut mouth. The words in there. On the window sill. The darkness between blossoms. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Links to related things! DONE WITH THIS BLOG.
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Sunday, May 9, 2010. We are peeling away at life as at a birch. To look at its inscriptions. While cold May rain sinks down beneath the trees. In the darkness between your lips, something. Terrible as the imperative “Bloom! Forming itself. Everywhere. DONE WITH THIS BLOG.
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Friday, April 30, 2010. Step to the tree. Under its spread limbs. The petals cut free. Each one slid to the earth. Like a deposed bride:. Each stamen a birth. That can no longer hide. At the prow of your body. Need pulses like a nerve. And you approach it coolly. And a ...
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A poem a day for a year. Friday, February 20, 2009. We are taking a short hiatus in order to unsnarl some kinks in our big, messy, busy lives. Haven't you noticed a decline in the quality of our writings in recent weeks? We will resume with day-counting, when we feel ready, as if nothing had happened. This is okay because we make the rules. Labels: not a poem. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. More paltry than poultry, without that bloodshot gloss-. Yet they taste like chicken, and i'm at a loss. I was on a ...
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A Poem A Day! A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.). Wednesday, May 9, 2012. Blogging now at http:/ thistenderwind.blogspot.com :) Talia. Saturday, May 15, 2010. DONE WITH THIS BLOG. I have one request: if you've read even one of the poems, and are reading this can you write a reaction of some kind here? Boughs, her hair.
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Skip to main content. A poem and me. A brainstorm of ideas to share. A medley of thoughts. Una si y una no. November 12, 2017. In Spanish, I can use the English adverb about in many ways, but you may not know the following case:. Vivo en Madrid pero voy a Málaga una semana si y otra no. That is to say, I live in Madrid but I go to Málaga week about. I guess I can also translate about like this as well: cada dos semanas / cada otra semana. Put it into practice if you like it. Creatures for a day". The Fre...
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