The Telling Itself

Maybe The World Without Us Is The Real Poem?


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I have dreamed

of accomplishment.
I have fed
ambition.
I have traded
nights of sleep
for a length of work.
Lo, and I have discovered
how soft bloom
turns to green fruit
which turns to sweet fruit.
Lo, and I have discovered
all winds blow cold
at last,
and the leaves,
so pretty, so many,
vanish
in the great, black
packet of time,
in the great, black
packet of ambition,
and the ripeness
of the apple
is its downfall.

MARY OLIVER

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Pronunciation of on Forvo.com: https://forvo.com/word/%CF%80%CE%BF%CE%B9%CE%B5%E1%BF%96%CE%BD/

How to make (and pronounce) Kolokythokeftedes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Krujpbi8Sg&ab_channel=Dimitra%27sDishes


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The Telling ItselfBy Steve Tell