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Standing between prose poetry and poetry, I find no middle ground: here is an embattled ruin; here is the sound. The words fall -- tethered -- and form; the lines cut through the tropes like glass. Through and through I walk, I sway -- when the night is made, I do not stand -- I do not fall. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 114.34.179.228 ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1518342767.A.339.html
dale: Testing copy-paste XD 02/11 17:52
sylviaplath: maybe it's just my iPhone downgrading 02/11 19:22
sylviaplath: when the poem is made, I do not foresee--I do not 02/11 19:24
sylviaplath: foretell. 02/11 19:25
dale: Haha 02/11 20:21
korn31910: welcome back! 02/11 21:26
spacedunce5: good poem 02/12 08:43
dale: Thank you! It's been years; when is the next meet? 02/12 21:28
spacedunce5: paging hahastarr 02/13 09:48
dale: Yay! 02/14 00:01
hahastarr: Busy Policing in NZ now OwQ 02/14 12:17
spacedunce5: Yes, ma'am! 02/15 10:26