August 25, 2009 at 9:14 pm Leave a comment

For almost any image
there’s a picture I can find
even some old memories
become swiftly entwined
with the pictures in my mind.
A leaf, a book, a yellow boat,
a cat, a lake, a castle moat.
A delapidated hut, falling snow,
the face of a child, distorted by woe.
Board games, snare drums,
a white radiator,
an island, a tramway
the exterminator.
I feel incredibly wealthy today
because I can conjure a picture
for almost every word you say.


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Solitairy Depression An idea from Stefan Zweig

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