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the wax drips, tendrils round my neck
crystallize my arms, infect me
to scrawl the words across the darkness
and feel that someone can be
because when the lights fall
nobody's serious
and no one can quite believe
that the paradise you see is set in stone
by the people you deny exist
and is a dimension that cannot be reversed
so bring me those scraps of sky i told you to save
make sure they aren't ruined
don't throw them away
my heart crusoes
like a linden tree on the promenade
that one night in june.
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Skip it or interpret it, I don't mind. You tell me what it means, because I have no idea.
How well do the word choices get across the rushed pace of the poem?
Do you think this poem should have separate stanzas or does it work as a singular piece?
When reading, did any specific images come to mind? Does the enjambment work well?
References to Arthur Rimbaud's Romance.
How well do the word choices get across the rushed pace of the poem? Do you think this poem should have separate stanzas or does it work as a singular piece? When reading, did any specific images come to mind? Does the enjambment work well?References to Arthur Rimbaud's Romance.
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I think I might have to read this a few more times. Separate stanzas would ruin it. The way you've formatted it helps create this drifty sort of existence that is somewhere between real and not. I don't know if I would necessarily called the pace rushed (at least the way my brain read it) but there is a definite sense of movement there. You lost me a bit at 'my heart crusoes' because I'm not entirely sure what that means, but overall it made me think of city lights on water and I can't exactly tell you why.