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Last song about Aphrodite

The sun becomes an alarm clock,

and the alarm clock becomes a trifle.

 

Your face reminds

on the loaf of bread.

 

Aphrodite,

life denies you

that every height is a success.

Your catharsis

gives you the strength of a pencil.

 

You left the city

to look for a hat

with a sufficiently large shadow.

All the Lights of the World ►

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 22nd Feb 2021 17:13

I love the confidence and audacity of this poem.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 22nd Feb 2021 14:00

I don't fully understand this (I don't want to pretend to being any wiser than I am) particularly I don't understand the true meanings of the last verse, but the poem overall is very well written (I especially love the first four lines for their originality and depth) and intriguing.

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