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throughworlds September 18 2010, 20:53:36 UTC
Temporary Poem of my Time [Yehuda Amichai ( ... )

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draegonhawke September 18 2010, 21:35:57 UTC
There are worse ways to spend a day.

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The Lives of Cells [Kathryn Winograd]

Kurdish teenager, 17,
stoned to death by her family near Mosul

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throughworlds September 18 2010, 22:06:15 UTC
Get your hands off my brotherby Nicole Blackman ( ... )

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draegonhawke September 18 2010, 22:10:34 UTC
What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't a Pillar of Salt) [Karen Finneyfrock ( ... )

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throughworlds September 18 2010, 22:32:21 UTC
Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go:
but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains - but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,-
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know.
But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

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