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>> No.3520586 [View]
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you could have saved her, /lit/

;_;

>> No.2843275 [DELETED]  [View]
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Who do you suppose the most important female writer in the 20th century was? Inb4 Ryan And.

>> No.2692978 [View]
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9/10
would bang

>> No.1807948 [View]
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In Alicante they bowl the barrels
Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles
Past the yellow-paella eateries,
Below the ramshackle back-alley balconies,
While the cocks and hens
In the roofgardens
Scuttle repose with crowns and cackles.

Kumquat-colored trolleys ding as they trundle
Passengers under an indigo fizzle
Needling spumily down from the wires:
Alongside the sibilant narhor the lovers
Hear loudspeakers boom
From each neon-lit palm
Rumbas and sambas no ear-flaps can muffle.

O Cacophony, goddess of jazz and of quarrels,
Crack-throated mistress of bagpipes and cymbals,
Let be your con brios, your capricciosos,
Crescendos, cadenzas, prestos and prestissimos,
My head on the pillow
(Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.

>> No.1503135 [View]
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1503135

Check the oven, they said.

>> No.1259464 [View]
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

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>>1162783

I'd say he is, because his plays were good enough to be made into movies.

Pic related again.

>> No.1158942 [View]
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1158942

I'm gonna go help Sylvia cook some dinner in the oven!

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>>1068716
i know, right?

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568322

brb oven

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