Monday, July 30, 2018

Lost Post

I published this on the 6th year anniversary of an injury that took a tooth and an eye from me:


There was a lovely poem in the comments:
from AUTUMN by Else Lasker-Schüler (trans. Eavan Boland)

I was injured on this earth.
Ask the moon--he will answer you.
Though overcast, he kept an eye on me
Even on those days I tiptoed through so timidly.


And this perfect remark:
To believe and dream of a better world is, maybe, the greatest art of all...

Silly me.

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