Poetry is made in bed like love
Its unmade sheets are the dawn of things
On The Road To San Romano
by André Breton (tr. Charles Simic & Michael Benedikt)
By gracious way of Charley over at Portofino
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Not going to make my bed tomorrow ~~~
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Oh yes!! Don’t!
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What an amazing quote!
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Hmmm…do you think all poetry is made that way? I read some poetry and I think it has been conceived in the back seat of a car or something 😉
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LOL!!!
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