Somebody Comes to This Place
It is an old story.
Somebody comes to this place
and grows up in the shadows of buildings
and stars and other somebodies.
Somebody learns to love:
to know intimately the houses
of the spirit and the flest.
Somebody learns to hate and kill
and scream and curse like hell.
Somebody learns to be afraid and lonely
and sad, and to know the secret
of darkness.
Somebody learns to like the rain,
amd things that are soft and green,
and hot food and cold water,
and the blanket of sleep,
and the music of the land and sky.
Somebody learns so many thinks.
It is an old story.
Somebody comes to this place ...
and lives ...
and then goes away forever.
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026