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Poets and writers. So a yet you say. So poets are not writers, but who - Poets are poetry, writers are prose - prose can be everything, ALSO and poetry, but poetry must be only poetry - According to the poster, who j declare interim by large, with Art Nouveau induction hob flourish induction hob P, entered the strings of a winged lyre, I should wefrun rather than input - And would not it be better barefoot than in those shoes with CHEMK tupic, creaks cw clumsy zastpstwie Sant'Angelo induction hob - though if the dress soul, powczystsza, and not out of her purse lines, but on the zrkawa, of welcomes, from the parade of the great bell from bim to boom, ba ab ab - And there on the podium already lurking how little table spiritualist, on zoconych nkach, and on a small table kopci a sconce induction hob - What request, ebd musiaa candlelight reads what Pisa, arwce thud of an ordinary tap tap on the machine - Do not worry si advance, whether it is poetry and what is poetry - Is this, in prose ktrej is seen lying - Is this, which he has become well be seen in prose - And what's behind The difference, EXPRESS longer just wpmroku against induction hob a crimson curtain of purple frdzlami? Wisawa Szymborska, with volume People in the town bridge, 1986
Last entries Last Post Stationary Traveller - Camel Do not lean out osoce But we still we live Rajaz - Camel crickets utopian troubadours Digression In one paszczu, in one ... where between - Martyn .. . ARS POETICA echo from the bottom of heart, elusive, Woa me: "Schwy me, I lost him, him fade, will become the international Blue, silvery, translucent, nice!" those hurried them like a butterfly, I do not dziwnoci amazement world, but to a moment I ksztatem staa to, my brother, my understandable. And let the line, which goes from the strings up, It will, adoptive rhythm idwiki, so clear as you gaze into the eyes and simple as specifying reach. Leopold Staff
Poets and writers. So a yet you say. So poets are not writers, but who - Poets are poetry, writers are prose - prose can be everything, ALSO and poetry, but poetry must be only poetry - According to the poster, who j declare interim by large, with Art Nouveau induction hob flourish induction hob P, entered the strings of a winged lyre, I should wefrun rather than input - And would not it be better barefoot than in those shoes with CHEMK tupic, creaks cw clumsy zastpstwie Sant'Angelo induction hob - though if the dress soul, powczystsza, and not out of her purse lines, but on the zrkawa, of welcomes, from the parade of the great bell from bim to boom, ba ab ab - And there on the podium already lurking how little table spiritualist, on zoconych nkach, and on a small table kopci a sconce induction hob - What request, ebd musiaa candlelight reads what Pisa, arwce thud of an ordinary tap tap on the machine - Do not worry si advance, whether it is poetry and what is poetry - Is this, in prose ktrej is seen lying - Is this, which he has become well be seen in prose - And what's behind The difference, EXPRESS longer just wpmroku against induction hob a crimson curtain of purple frdzlami? Wisawa Szymborska, with volume People in the town bridge, 1986
Last entries Last Post Stationary Traveller - Camel Do not lean out osoce But we still we live Rajaz - Camel crickets utopian troubadours Digression In one paszczu, in one ... where between - Martyn .. . ARS POETICA echo from the bottom of heart, elusive, Woa me: "Schwy me, I lost him, him fade, will become the international Blue, silvery, translucent, nice!" those hurried them like a butterfly, I do not dziwnoci amazement world, but to a moment I ksztatem staa to, my brother, my understandable. And let the line, which goes from the strings up, It will, adoptive rhythm idwiki, so clear as you gaze into the eyes and simple as specifying reach. Leopold Staff
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