You belonged to someone! In that dark theatre of bone, do you still recall anything? What dreams are showing? Remember the killing fields? Ten thousand heads cropped. Or those nights your soul leapt through the great fires? On quiet afternoons do you search for the trace elements? Would you recognize your soul if you bumped into it? I must be losing my mind. I just want to hold you until your blood stains me and infuses my sad little poems, to bite you, tear you to bits, swallow you, skull of my skull, and enjoy whatever remains. All these years blown apart.
"Across New England, the homes of famous writers, particularly poets, have been preserved. Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson are just the most notable examples. In that vein, a pair of New Hampshire preservationists has purchased the home of former U.S. poet laureate Donald Hall." via VALLEY NEWS
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