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On the other side of a mirror there's an inverse world,
where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the
earth and recede to the first slime of love.
And in the evening the sun is just rising.
Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon
childhood robs them of their pleasure.
In such a world there is much sadness which, of course,
is joy.
Russell Edson
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Read poems about / on: childhood, mirror, joy, world, sun, love, rose
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Chris Bowen (1/20/2008 12:23:00 AM)
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there is no telling in the world, is there?
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Goldy Locks (6/11/2007 4:54:00 PM)
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the panic of love
and not love
twisted
round you
-Heller
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