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i loafe and invite my soul: February 2011

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 14 February, 2011. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,.

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i loafe and invite my soul: january wedding

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 25 January, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Do not stand at my grave and weep.

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i loafe and invite my soul: January 2011

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 25 January, 2011. 24 January, 2011. 22 January, 2011. 13 January, 2011. 10 January, 2011. Do not stand at my grave and weep. Do not stand at my grave and weep,. Labels: do not s...

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i loafe and invite my soul: do not stand at my grave and weep

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 10 January, 2011. Do not stand at my grave and weep. Do not stand at my grave and weep,. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,. I am in a quiet room.

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i loafe and invite my soul: June 2010

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 27 June, 2010. 17 June, 2010. There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. what does it mean? 16 June, 2010. Road will get you there.". Twenty-fi...

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i loafe and invite my soul: réveille mon âme

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I loafe and invite my soul. Once upon a time i decided i wasnt satisfied with my collection of poetry and other meaningful things. i thought that maybe there were others out there that feel the same way, and so while im on my adventure in search of the unknown perhaps you can find some treasures in what i have come to appreciate. 09 February, 2011. Labels: awake my soul. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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The Cat Flap: After Borges

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The Cat Flap is a mainly poetry blog written by Peter Sirr. Monday, October 20, 2014. 1 To a minor poet. Where are the days you spent on earth,. All the joy and anguish. That were your universe? The river of years has washed them away;. As an entry in the index. Proudly they gather, the gods’ gifts, immortal. Of you, dark friend, all we know. Is that one evening you heard the nightingale. Walking fields of asphodels, your slighted shade. Must think the gods harsh. But the days are a tangle of paltry needs.

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The Cat Flap: July 2012

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The Cat Flap is a mainly poetry blog written by Peter Sirr. Tuesday, July 17, 2012. Carol Rumens writes about a poem of mine, 'Legacies', in The Guardian. Posted by The Cat Flap. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). João Cabral de Melo Neto. Johann P. Tammen. Máire Mhac an tSaoi. Olav H. Hauge. Songs of the Earth. Books by Peter Sirr (Gallery). Books by Peter Sirr (Wake Forest). Club de Traductores Literarios de Buenos Aires. Dublin Review of Books. The Guardian Poetry Workshop.

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The Cat Flap: March 2013

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The Cat Flap is a mainly poetry blog written by Peter Sirr. Sunday, March 24, 2013. Hölderlin: Hälfte des Lebens. Another Hölderlin version . . .There are many versions of this poem in English, but my favourite translation is Kathleen Jamie's Scots version. Mit gelben Birnen hänget. Und voll mit wilden Rosen. Das Land in den See,. Ihr holden Schwäne,. Und trunken von Küssen. Tunkt ihr das Haupt. Weh mir, wo nehm’ ich, wenn. Es Winter ist, die Blumen, und wo. Und Schatten der Erde? Heavy with wild roses.

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The Cat Flap: A poem from The Rooms

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The Cat Flap is a mainly poetry blog written by Peter Sirr. Sunday, October 05, 2014. A poem from The Rooms. Poem beginning with two lines by André Breton. The wardrobe is filled with linen,. There are even moonbeams I can unfold. The roof has slipped back on the gables,. Old trees march in from the cold. The wardrobe is filled with linen,. The beds are slept in again. Out of the air spill table and chairs,. The wine has crept back to the rim. The wardrobe is filled with linen,. No-one can touch or unfold.