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1945 (Senryu) by nypoet22 He cries, holds her cold
form close. Her last whisper, "Shh,
Here, hold my satchel."
Up the ladder:
The world today.
Down the ladder:
if really its me
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Posted: May 20, 2007 11:36 AM PDT; Last modified: May 21, 2007 1:33 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.910598 Overall Rank: 9626 Comments:
I can't shake the Hiroshima feeling from this, "cold" being the odd word out, of course.
"Satchel" is an interesting word to use there, it's either incredibly effective or detracting; I'm not certain which. I'll come back to this later.
Satchels have historically been a big part of European Jewish existence, since they periodically were forced to suddenly flee persecution with only what they could carry, usually a few valuables, a book or two and some clothes, carried in a satchel. see the above comments for more on the topic.
On a lighter note, Stephen Robins thinks this poem really, really, really, really sucks, fails on every level, and would be better if satchel meant an axe in someone's forehead. since he has thus far been unable to express that thought in a civil or dignified manner, i'm paraphrasing so his vast and committed readership do not feel cheated of that very important opinion.
If there is a heaven for homosexuals, which doesnât seem very likely for Stephen Robins, it will be very poorly lit and full of people he can feel pretty confident he will never have to meet again. It is only partly because he is ashamed of himself and wishes to remain unrecognized that this environment seems so desirable. The chief reason is that it makes possible contacts of astounding physical intimacy without the intervention of personality. To either partner the other is garlanded with fantasies.
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five years not dead of disease
she dies on the sixth and then they make peace
and isn't it ironic.
He cries â her death breath
Whispering - quiet, my love
He holds her satchel
It's hard to write with anothers thoughts, and I am still a little confused - all good tho - not everything needs an explanation, some writes are made to make you think..
Thus, in spite of the extraordinary circumstances of the holocaust, it was completely natural afterwards to pick yourself up if you could, grab a satchel and start walking. In their case, mostly away from central Europe, to the West, the USSR, South America or Israel.