Outside, leaves shaped like mouths
make a black pool
under a tree. Snails glide
there, little death-swans.
Robert Kipniss
Darren Hopes
Maxime Sabourin
'Hope in the Distance '
Zhao Bo
Marina Richterova
Tanja Hirschfeld
...sleeping on a nest of bones...
... he sleeps
and dreams about a death that is coming:
Inside him, there are small bones
scattered in a field among burdocks and dead grass.
He will spend his life walking there,
gathering the bones together.
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder groans:
Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
Christer Karlstad
a voice inside the voice inside the
box, tongue in cheek, box buried somewhere
east...
It wasn’t singing we were there for, chant
though we did sotto voce, an agonized aplomb of
some sort
(...)
commemorative lament. Something
known as la-la crowded my throat, clung to
the roof of my mouth. La-la meant I loved it,
torn
but tucked away, the versionary company of
love
To be denied.
(...)
And the pulsing chant swells up
To touch the sky,
And the song is joy, is life,
Martin Wittfooth
Robert Kipniss
Antony Gormley, 'Snowfall'
But tonight the bones in my feet
begin to burn. I stand up
and start walking, and the slab
appears under my feet with each step,
a white road only as long as your body.
Franz Sedlacek
Alexander Tinei
Franz Sedlacek
Giovanni Segantini
Rien Poortvliet
“Ghost Line”
I felt my own bones wrench from my body.
Now I am twenty-seven and walk
beside this river, looking for them.
They have become a bridge
that arches toward the other shore.
Tania Rutland, “Meeting of Ways”
Yaroslav Gerzhedovich
title - Lily A. Long
1,2,3,7 and 8. excerpts from a poem of Gregory Orr
4. excerpt from a poem of George Herbert
5. from a poem by Nathaniel Mackey
6. - Lily A. Long
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