agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
|
||||||
agonia Recommended Reading
■ November
Romanian Spell-Checker Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2012-11-30 | |
Seeds and miracles
A mechanical spirit The Father, The Mother, sons of steel, daughters of the revolution. The will to pause at dawn, in the mist, or ruins to toast, sing, genuflect and not know why. Pity, like some thing in the street. Pride like some thing in the mirror, refracted by a lover. A stick to carry remorse, regret. Old rags sour with age. Virgin wool pristine with the memory of youth. Layers of knowledge, upon knowledge, upon knowledge -mortar between bricks laid piecemeal jointless in endless echoing vaults; and in these recesses where nothing can touch, light, or hold sway can we know how much a man contains? *The Hemorrhage, Stanley Kunitz
|
||||||||
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | |||||||||
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy