In the event I became me, myselfA Poem by andrew mitchell
Shaking off his excesses, born
on the edge of a sentence, a verse, he fell clinging to a question mark his weight stretched the imagination before which on letting go, the circus: swung on the quotation rings only to land as he would, alone in an arena. The energy produced pronounced a pronoun I where I referred as not only he, but me. © 2022 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 21, 2022 Last Updated on January 21, 2022 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |


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