So long, National Poetry Month. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
April 30, 2011
May
So long, National Poetry Month. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
May 25, 2010
Fatal
When you die of sorrow
it's as if you've broken
all the bones in your body,
bruised yourself all over,
cracked your skull.
That's sorrow.
— Roberto Bolano, "2666"
it's as if you've broken
all the bones in your body,
bruised yourself all over,
cracked your skull.
That's sorrow.
— Roberto Bolano, "2666"
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