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13 jul 2012

Another poem

You replaced gold with silver.

I replaced the fibers in your clothes.

You ate my plums.

I ruined your make-up.



You rewrote my prose.

I rewrote your prose.

You rewrote my prose.

I rewrote your prose.



Listen to what they're saying.

What they're going around saying.

Listen to it.

Listen to it.
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5 comentarios:

  1. Clarissa2:13 p. m.

    I absolutely love this poem. I have been reciting it to myself since you first published it several months ago. It's amazingly beautiful and has many levels of meaning one can discover.

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  2. Jonathan2:14 p. m.

    I wouldn't go that far, but thanks!

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  3. Clarissa2:30 p. m.

    Authors always resist individual readings. :-) :-)

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  4. Jonathan2:34 p. m.

    Not at all. Read away. The poem really belongs to readers more than to the author. If I myself don't find it amazingly beautiful that is not concern of yours.

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  5. Clarissa2:51 p. m.

    " The poem really belongs to readers more than to the author. "

    - I think i will use this statement as in introduction to my literature courses from now on to stop the endless "But how do you know this is what the author wanted to say?"

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