Dinesh's photos with the keyword: For a poem

I am not a person I am a succession of persons Held together by memory. When the string breaks, The beads are scattered. "Waka" - Lindley Williams Hubbel en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waka_(poetry)

We're going to the cemetery to visit some dead relatives, mother said, and on the way back we we'll stop over at your aunt's home. It's good practice to mix the living with the dead. Otherwise, we'd end up Either being bored in the cemetery, or if we stayed too long at her house, we'd wish that she was dead. This way by doing two things in one day we can do something fun the next week end, like go to the beach. If your aunt keeps talking too much, like she usually does, we'll tell her that we just got back from the cemetery, and that should shut her up. She never goes there, and it shows, because the more you visit the dead the less you have to say. "Two visits in one day" ~ Hal Sirowitz

Shoes, secret face of my inner life: Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice nests. .................. .................. Ascetic and maternal, you endure: Kin to oxen, to Saints, to condemned men, With your mute patience, forming The only true likeness of myself. Excerpt: "My Shoes" ~ Charles Simic