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poetry_fictionDay 1:
No use to weep inside and to scream outside.
Behind all this perhaps some great happiness is hiding.
Day 2:
The first rain reminds me
Of the rising summer dust.
Day 3:
Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.
Day 4:
But then it is the light that makes you remember.
Day 5:
Restless I shall wander about;
hungry for life I'll die.
Day 6:
And no more shall we tell what we were told
To other tellers. Silence as admission.
Day 7:
Do not accept these rains that come too late.
Better to linger. Make your pain
An image of the desert.
No use to weep inside and to scream outside.
Behind all this perhaps some great happiness is hiding.
- Antimony, Utah, February 2013 by finch (Original Gen)
- No Use to Weep by samskeyti (Sherlock BBC, Gen)
Day 2:
The first rain reminds me
Of the rising summer dust.
- First Rain by finch (Original Gen)
Day 3:
Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.
- Antimony, Utah, March 2013 by finch (Original Gen)
Day 4:
But then it is the light that makes you remember.
Day 5:
Restless I shall wander about;
hungry for life I'll die.
Day 6:
And no more shall we tell what we were told
To other tellers. Silence as admission.
Day 7:
Do not accept these rains that come too late.
Better to linger. Make your pain
An image of the desert.
