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pour mon fils: March 2010
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Friday, March 26, 2010. To the absence of condom sometime in July 2009, I owe everything in this thesis to you equipped with the rawest self I had. But also it is love. To my twin sister, I LOVE YOU. I hat...
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pour mon fils: March 2009
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, March 30, 2009. Her skin is the shore of your oceanic eyes. Her hair, the silk on your bed. Her kiss is the fire and roses falling over your soul. Her eyes, your universe. But you are still. When this ...
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pour mon fils: May 2009
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Wednesday, May 20, 2009. La Mère Dans Moi. C'est tout de moi, étant un étudiant et une future maman. French 11 removal hahaha). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tips orang tua untuk anak yang suka nonton TV. 1 afte...
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pour mon fils: LINGUA FRANCA
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? The poem “Cocooned” survived without a major suggestion to revise it, only the title and the line cut. This is the original form,. I became a familiar stranger to myself since you came. As if it were a dream.
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pour mon fils: WHEN SHE BECOMES A FATHER
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, February 15, 2010. WHEN SHE BECOMES A FATHER. Her armpits wet and. Tired while she’s drilling the screw—. Sinking in her sweat. She holds his pliers and fix. Their young son’s ragged toy car. BABAYI, W...
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pour mon fils: WORLD PASSING HER BY (tanka)
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, February 15, 2010. WORLD PASSING HER BY (tanka). Rooster crows on our rooftop,. He chokes while snoring—. The cicada’s song fading,. Our son’s smile keeps me awake. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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pour mon fils: July 2009
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Friday, July 17, 2009. I became a familiar stranger to myself since you came. Who is being cocooned in the house. Being enslaved by another , absorbed. Who is immersed by your smell, your feedings, your needs.
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pour mon fils: BUGHAT
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, February 15, 2010. Her vision blackened—. Like a mirror under the rain. Like a whispering seraphim. Her eyes blackened—. She is bathing her child in a basin. Overflowing in the basin. All my mothers wi...
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pour mon fils: HER ABSENCE IN THE YEARLY SINEWS
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, February 15, 2010. HER ABSENCE IN THE YEARLY SINEWS. She was once a star. In this stage, reading a poem. With beauty and light, chasing—. Shadows of pregnancy light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
