King Oedipus has one eye too many, perhaps. Holderlin
I love you so much
I am going to let you kill me.
Pathos your thin arms your
neck your hair rich
without perfume
and your eyes bright as a brooch...
A repository of content that will be fed into a conference paper entitled '"Your fingers were our cathedral"- the bodily representations in the poetry of David Joel Shapiro'.
King Oedipus has one eye too many, perhaps. Holderlin
I love you so much
I am going to let you kill me.
Pathos your thin arms your
neck your hair rich
without perfume
and your eyes bright as a brooch...
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