death sentence

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this is a poem about a death sentence

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death sentence A.M.J. Crawford

didactic poem ii.

These things happened to me in thegreatest uneasiness in

them into writing in the hope that they would

put an end into being the truth. I am not

not afraid to tell a secret. until now, more cunning

is a warning: be nobler

I hope to bealso noble and

important.Still,

these things into writing. Inactive, in a

“the manuscript”“how long it was.”

ten nine

8th 19

I would have liked to understand why,

Naively,a few minutes, and a few minutes

was nothing. for those few minutes had been a life

time,

that eternity had been lost then.

telephoned–

you perceive a flash,almost

dead, or rather

the duration of the tele-phone was alive and lucid,

sightless and without a sign and the receiver had

hardlydying her

pulse, the nurse

like

sand.did not have much

presence of

something that was about to happen

instantlydown on the edge

a little more stretchedon a little cushion bc

it wuz the stillness of a recumbent

effigyand not of

being. serious,and even sever .

violentlyclenched (VCT)teeth

did not relax.the black white

brilliance wrung my heart.because that night did not see fearwas afraid, because self

did commit a grave errortellingdeviousness face 2 face like

anotherlonger one another.

excuse in that hour the greatest truth mattered

less compared toexcuse midnight

was a still wake,

“a perfectroom. the day had ordered

some flowers that were very red

limit what I can

miracle inenergy,

death power

eemably conde r e ead.

I saw how,anythingblows We were all

a week of silence expressing badly to express,

no end,no end. not sure

notspeaking.

a curtain behind whathappenedwill neverstop happening. “a This is

that afterhaving silence, immobility, and patience

did not

all at once

to be tempted by a splendidvain bring to its knees.”

the effort to go opened the door,feltorder, on the floor : well,

how strange itdid not recognize the scattered

truth, then imagined that it did with great

surprise about the earsso viole t, about that sadness, thesadness of the other side

to assume with the presumption

whichthe overwhelmed that wasthe feeling ofthe dispossessed of memory

which hide in ears but do not borrow a mask. tele-

phonethe concierge

@such-and-such a time.”

the point of dying. was

absolutely nothing,fixedly, a mean a

sick look, the

sligh-test reason On top of that, thisunfortunate remark: very sick?”

the room,” in the menacing irremediability of once was

the room and yet,

nothing had changed either;put

up with presence an absence equall Yet what was happening. became more and

more serious: thinking and living did not go hand in hand anymore. But if at that time I made an effort – which failed – to enter into the conflict in a more real way, I could not wear/that the anxiety of

the nation had nothing to do with it, but it is much more tru that nothing to do with it, I Sought in the madness of lood an arms of ope of escapin thee inevitable. S nce happ n d in the street t the moment is a bomb tak shelter in the metro.

time the form seriousAnd njoy nything to leave iouwork. to leave seriously

to lea slyve to lea s

ave to leave to leavesin the middle

of an enormous crowd, the kind of crowthat is urgent and unwield-

ly, sometimes, row, that is urgentsometimes time as motion-

less as earthtime rush own like rent. quite.

time had been talkin her mother tongwhich I found all the more

awkward

with a kind of gaie but

and talkativ as tho more childish andand youth, o childand or childtalkative as tho speech ad b com resp-onsible, like an unknownsibling, lang, And it is tru this other lang , so his o her anso familiar to o and this other

and this un- real stammering,

express / sing more or less invent-ing meaning it past, far away from my mind, drew ored passed

both They did not

fool at I am sure of di n perhaps my frivolity,

all a- rouse “disagree.”

anything else? a ruse anything user, sure, more than anything else, anything. More than anything else, anything. Even now,

it is difficultthe word it is diff it

had once been married, hat business o memory o pleasant detail o

divorce. o marriage o very important“the” the only time,

one of the only times, languag I propo marriage to

a strange complet unknow to translate o me, when I said “A ight, then I'm going to translate it,” gulp, s he w as s eizedby real panic at the thought thathit on it exactly, so I had to keep bothmy translation,

As I said, I was deluding my-selfmuch more than I was with these words, which spoke with-in me inthe lang of som

on els I sai to muc abou i o eel hat I was saying;

“alien 2 what?” expect the more tru ed. because the

ere novel, because-cause

they had precedent my eff -dent; they could on at

a pyramid umbfounded even

ing: it was true such great excess take in

this stitch, the temptations of which stitchclearly, result the dist. ly, e from imagin drawin lie. fizz that, gain

to see to se

and again, to con force to seesomething other than a gauge gauge, urge to look at an in finite dist,

dance,con natur to her air of

that ab that sence that was

sufficient.

that it on it exactly, o I ad to keep both

by this and that I was more and more attracted by it

that it on it exactly, o I ad to keep both

2twotoo

with the desert apart would have been able to

temper so intense that even Is ense now hate that

I will say very little ab what happen d hen: what

scornful thing in the very eart of the witch which lives the

such great patience, such great respect for that sol

dead and empt strength?

Quit

ok the key.” An ad ed y did u

hear

in the immens everywhere I

ed

other and report hat ad bee said misrep resenting

and I had only to vercom a lit fatig , but it was

me when I was not watch

in flam

(ed.)

lame by urning only the disquiet -ly -ing

on

I mean – main everything

“well, what?”

and which is the voice that is always being reborn

and eternally it isan eternal ther & ly re.

This remains, this will remain until the very end.

Whoever would obliterate itfrom me, in x

chang 4 that endwhich I m arching 4 in vain, o selfbecome th begin be-gin beginning o my own stor

y, and w e my victim

victmy vict. im my vict

im my vict im my own stor ,

then perhaps reading would become a serious task