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Elegiac Chapter 3: By the Shores of Tranquil Waters (Part 1) has been added to webtoons!
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Fair warning, this series contains depictions of blood , scars , depressive themes , and death.
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XXIII (from thirsty) // Dionne Brand
I’ll tell you what I’ve seen here at Yonge and Bloor,
At this crossroad, the air is elegiac with it
whiffs and cirri of all emotion, need and vanity,
desire, brazen as a killing
a burger a leather jacket a pair of shoes a smoke
to find a job to get drunk at the Zanzibar,
a body the body of a woman in a cage on the window
in a photograph in a strip joint two blocks away.
to piss to get drunk to get fucked to get high
grease sushi men wanting to be beaten to be touched
and all the anonymous things that may happen
on a corner like this for instance murder
If you look into any face here you might fall
into its particular need. And a woman I’ve seen her
Julia perhaps walks here I can’t quite make her out
She is a mixture of twigs and ink she’s like paper
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Nocturne
Sadakichi Hartmann
Upon the silent sea-swept land
The dreams of night fall soft and grey,
The waves fade on the jewelled sand
Like some lost hope of yesterday.
The dreams of night fall soft and grey
Upon the summer-coloured seas,
Like some lost hope of yesterday,
The sea-mew’s song is on the breeze.
Upon the summer-coloured seas
Sails gleam and glimmer ghostly white,
The sea-mew’s song is on the breeze
Lost in the monotone of night.
Sails gleam and glimmer ghostly white,
They come and slowly drift away,
Lost in the monotone of night,
Like visions of a summer-day.
They shift and slowly drift away
Like lovers’ lays that wax and wane,
The visions of a summer-day
Whose dreams we ne’er will dream again.
Like lovers’ lays wax and wane
The star dawn shifts from sail to sail,
Like dreams we ne’er will dream again;
The sea-mews follow on their trail.
The star dawn shifts from sail to sail,
As they drift to the dim unknown,
The sea-mews follow on their trail
In quest of some dreamland zone.
In quest of some far dreamland zone,
Of some far silent sea-swept land,
They are lost in the dim unknown,
Where waves fade on jewelled sand
And dreams of night fall soft and grey,
Like some lost hope of yesterday.
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Siempre me preguntó si realmente hubiera funcionado está última vez, si tan solo hubieras querido, si tan solo no hubiéramos discutido, si tan solo me hubieras elegido, si tan solo, si tan solo, algo que quizá solo anheló, algo que quizá jamás iba a existir.
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