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 (DIR) Post #AdYJHKyJBcIEl4pSU4 by ullard@shitposter.club
       2024-01-06T00:30:55.915267Z
       
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       Reply with your favorite poems.  A couple of recent ones:Márgarét, áre you gríevingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you wíll weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressedWhat heart heard of, ghost guessed:It ís the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for.—Gerard Manley Hopkins
       
 (DIR) Post #AdYJhrIhbvRUYP0xW4 by ullard@shitposter.club
       2024-01-06T00:35:43.207184Z
       
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       We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness.And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand.That was long ago.  Today, neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.O my love, where are they, where are they goingThe flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles—I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.—Czesław Miłosz(The original is Polish: https://literatura.wywrota.pl/wiersz-klasyka/39910-czeslaw-milosz-spotkanie.html )