Day 9
day 9
the old telephone, in the parlor near the couch,
eager to be answered.
a house well loved, a home sustained on comraderie
the telephone had hoped to be answered that day.
its gentle sound rang throughout the silent neighborhood.
the jewish family walked in lines,
their brown leather bags dropped to the cruel dirt.
their eyes had shown fear, but they were formidable.
their solid spirits were soon broken.
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—descriptions of Liszt from his contemporary and friend, Hans Christian Andersen
(1840)
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fixing the area, preparing the room. clearing the shelves, shifting paraphernalia. only to die.
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day 1
my hands tremble all the world comes crashing down the tiny shards cut my skin they cause pain & suffering how can i endure? everlasting hurt; manufactured when will i overcome?
day 7
slanted branches, in its own perfect. a blood orange core and soul, losing pieces every so often late to bloom, last to leave. an eternal self-actualization, seeing the same place. the repetitive vicinity, ever so changing through its eyes.
Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola
day 15
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! (Afternoon on a Hill) Edna St. Vincent Millay, (1892 - 1950)
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