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The Blade of a Knife de Skinshape
How you die out in me:
down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life.
-
Paul Celan
My future is in my past
I drink the water of Lethe,
My doctor won’t allow me depression
-
Alexander Pushkin
Psychological critics, do be more precise in your language:
symbols must not be confused with allegorical signs
-
W. H. Auden
What we touch is always
an Other: I may fondle
my leg, not Me.
-
W. H. Auden
When gales assault them,
trees are always astonished,
but never ask why.
-
W. H. Auden
The glass-lens
desanctified Sight: men believed
they had seen through Nature.
-
W. H. Auden
Fruit cannot drop through this thick air.
-
H.D
.
Luna lines
Vladimir Nabokov
Spell “night.” Spell “pebbles”: Pebbles in the Night.
Peep, crated chicks on lonely station! This
Is now the ABC of the abyss,
The Desperanto we must learn to write.
low clouds and ennui
-
vladimir nabokov
O recollection, piercing beam,
transfigure my exile,
transfix me
-
Vladimir Nabokov
Você esqueceu de levar o silêncio
quando foi embora. Venha buscá-lo.
- AR
Cheguei cedo à lembrança.
Ela ainda estava acontecendo.
- AR
A verdade apareceu sem avisar.
Pedi que voltasse outro dia; havia muitas certezas em casa.
- AR
O espelho me reconheceu na hora.
Eu demorei um pouco mais.
- AR
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