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LONG AFTERNOONS
Adam Zagajewski, trans. Clare Cavanagh
Those were the long afternoons when poetry left me.
The river flowed patiently, nudging lazy boats to sea.
Long afternoons, the coast of ivory.
Shadows lounged in the streets, haughty manikins in shopfronts
stared at me with bold and hostile eyes.
Professors left their schools with vacant faces,
as if ( Read more... )
Adam Zagajewski, trans. Clare Cavanagh
Those were the long afternoons when poetry left me.
The river flowed patiently, nudging lazy boats to sea.
Long afternoons, the coast of ivory.
Shadows lounged in the streets, haughty manikins in shopfronts
stared at me with bold and hostile eyes.
Professors left their schools with vacant faces,
as if ( Read more... )
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I hope this doesn't refer to the literal disappearance of poetry.
That's my job.
Must. Research.
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