Afternoon, Fields and Factory
I can no longer find a place for my eyes. I cannot hold my legs together. My heart is hollow. My head is going to burst. Mushiness all around. Nothing wants to take shape. My tongue breaks. And my mouth twists. In my skull there is neither pleasure nor goal. The sun, a buttercup, rocks itself On a chimney, its slender stalk.
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"I can no longer find a place for my eyes...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "Afternoon, Fields and Factory"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...