Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Walking too fast through the cemetery. Etchings in stone, fallen headstones. Women – 37, 39, rotting beneath wet grass – perishing under the perkiest of daffodils.   Who loved these women; what manner of men? Women buried next to other women. Spinsters?   What a word: conjuring worn fingers, thickly threaded corsets and dark eyes, wide open. Women, sinking.   Strolling on through the village. Everything is blooming. Cherry blossoms, […]

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