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Helmo (2020) — Octoloop, 8 images sonores par Helmo & Teasdale — Franciscopolis Editions

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American poet Sara Teasdale

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And now the Mereel feels of the evening!

"Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,

In the dawn clouds flying,

How to go, light into light, and still,

Giving light, dying."

I always love Teasdale (high key my favorite poet) but I don't know how she keeps giving me RepComm (Mostly Etain or Mereel) feels.

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Reading Strange Victory by Sara Teasdale with rosé before bed= unexpected Dar/Etain feels

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Night in Arizona by Sara Teasdale

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Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

Sara Teasdale, If Death is Kind

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I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea – We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

Sara Teasdale

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