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stay-close · 6 months
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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thoughtkick · 9 months
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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resqectable · 5 months
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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perfectquote · 1 year
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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surqrised · 5 months
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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thepersonalwords · 9 months
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“Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,” - Carolyn Kizer , from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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perfectfeelings · 1 year
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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nightlyquotes · 9 months
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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quotefeeling · 2 years
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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thespilledquotes · 2 years
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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perfeqt · 2 years
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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thoughtkick · 2 years
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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resqectable · 2 years
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Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
Carolyn Kizer, from Cool, Calm & Collected: Poems; “Hera, Hung from the Sky,”
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ochoislas · 1 year
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DÉJEUNER SUR L'HERBE                      de Du Fu
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Es grato subir a la barcaza en el solejar cuando la luz se tercia hacia honda siesta. El viento leve frisa el río, ribeteado de espuma. Avanzamos por corredores de bambú hasta los frescos nenúfares.
Jóvenes pisaverdes vierten hielo en las bebidas, las muchachas tronzan jugosos bulbos de loto. Sobre nosotros cunde un manchón de nube como sombra de agua en la seda.
¡Anota esto aprisa, antes que llueva!
II
¡Levanta de ahí! La lluvia caló los almohadones. Ya las muchachas se empaparon sus faldas grana. Beldades, el blanquete corrido de abéñula, deploran su percance.
El viento bate nuestra lancha; la soga de amarre abrió un surco en la corteza del sauce. La espuma del río labra la orla de las toldaduras. Cual un cuchillo el melón, el Otoño tranza el verano.
Puede que refresque a la vuelta.
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DÉJEUNER SUR L'HERBE                         after Tu Fu
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It’s pleasant to board the ferry in the sunscape As the late light slants into afternoon; The faint wind ruffles the river, rimmed with foam. We move through the aisles of bamboo Towards the cool water-lilies.
The young dandies drop ice into the drinks, While the girls slice the succulent lotus root. Above us, a patch of cloud spreads, darkening Like a water-stain on silk.
Write this down quickly, before the rain!
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Don’t sit there! The cushions were soaked by the shower. Already the girls have drenched their crimson skirts. Beauties, their powder streaked with mascara, lament their ruined faces.
The wind batters our boat, the mooring-line Has rubbed a wound in the willow bark. The edges of the curtains are embroidered by river foam. Like a knife in a melon, Autumn slices Summer.
It will be cold, going back.
Carolyn Kizer
di-versión©ochoislas
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astersinmay · 1 month
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