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Curtain
".... remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered."
(Adam Zagajewski, Try to Praise the Mutilated World)
in a white room and the curtain fluttered."
(Adam Zagajewski, Try to Praise the Mutilated World)
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Let the radiant thought last in stillness..”
A.Z. from “Tremor”.
Sarah P. club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubSteve Bucknell club has replied to Sarah P. clubSarah P. club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubSTOLEN MOMENTS
Footfalls echo in the memory
disturbing the dust on the bowl of rose leaves
Remember June's long days
the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered
What might have been and what has been
point to one end which is always present
The gray feather a thrush lost,
the abandoned homesteads of exiles
The unheard music in the shrubbery
the hidden laughter of children in the foliage
the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.
At the still point of a turning world
Love is itself unmoving
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