As we navigate the complexities of the digital age, it's essential to find and cherish our own authentic voice, celebrating the unique perspectives that each of us brings to the global conversation. The following poem serves as a mirror, reflecting our shared experiences, fears, and hopes.
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"[My writings were] a desperate attempt to draw public attention back to the geopolitical and war crimes perpetrated by the Russian regime in Ukraine since 2014. The illicit annexation of Crimea and the military occupation of Donbas made the world press lines but for a couple of weeks, then were belittled and quickly forgotten."
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Medicine has an anesthetic relationship with pain – it wants to rid the patient of it. Poetry’s relationship is aesthetic – it wants pain to speak.
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The sea The sea as a seascape In a frame over the dining table The sea a forever moving element Scary to seamen When they face a storm The sea as holiday background Refreshing water on a tanned skin Burnt by the sun The sea an omnipresent blue Continuation of the sky above
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Goodbye. Das große Fressen ist vorbei. Die Zunge ist gelockert. Der Wein schiebt das Karussell an, der Wein hält und schiebt und hält und schiebt und hält um schließlich anzuschieben das Karussell an. Unter der Zunge taut und friert und taut und friert um schließlich ganz Rutschbahn zu sein, ein Blitzeis nach dem Fressen. Da
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Stabat mater dolorosa Stood the mother weeping Over the coffin of her son She was holding a photo of him In a frame Her son a soldier, aged twenty-five * The mother didn’t shout, she wasn’t loud A pretty young woman in black clothes Her pain was decent and deep Not ostentatious She didn’t beat
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