Posted on October 1, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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The voiceless have built a city within this city, structures embedded within the grid, pulled together by patchwork—cloth, tent, sawdust floor and plastic sheet. You’re there, measuring your life in coffee spoons, on that same street, right next to them. You see… Continue Reading “T.S. Eliot Bumps Into A Second Person”
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Posted on March 13, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged I am only electricity, a time excuse For the… Continue Reading “Distant Trees Know No Names”
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Compassion, Forest, Lost Love, Love, Lovers, Modernism, Passion, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Relationships, T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, Trees, Writer, Writing
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