Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Beauty of the Ice
The beauty of the ice has everything to do with where water gathers,
and how it cracks.
Gammon's Pond and West Quoddy Bay, Nova Scotia
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beauty,
cracks,
heavy-handed metaphors,
ice,
water
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thin skins -- so fine and frail.
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