Thursday 26 October 2006: The gradual death of a window
I walked by this wall a few months earlier.
Window
I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple tree
translucent in brightness.
And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden with
fruit stood there.
Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of what
happened in my sleep.
Czeslaw Milosz
Don't ask me what this poet is on about.. I've absolutely no idea..If we take this fella's work as an example, It seems to me that the life of a poet is an easy one..
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