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from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
You ate everything that day.
Pools, change purses, sweaters, pavement,
butterfly wings, leaves, watermelon seedsthat three dollar china set you ended
up paying twenty dollars forthe fingerprints on the wine glass stained the color poinsettia,
candle wicks, a seashell necklace, blankets, pillows,
flight, that replica of Starry Night, apple peelsthat vial of tears you swear came from Ariel herself,
coffee beans, words, violin strings, church steeples,
secrets whispered behind children’s cupped palmsI don’t know where you got your appetite from
and when I asked youYou licked your fingers and grinned
(I swear I saw some sunlight caught between your teeth)
and you told me:“You are what you eat.”
When I finally thought you were finished,
you came back to me with your stomachsingly faintly of lost moons and birch trees.
You put your arms around me like I was a
burn victim and maybe I was at the time,
and it turns out that teeth are
tiny windows into things.And I know what it feels like now to have
someone eat through my ribs to this noisy heart
orchestrating the clock of my body
with the music notes scrawled on my lungs.You ate those, too.
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Blue eyes (by genithebest)
Shiba Ryotaro Memorial Museum, Osaka, Japan. The Shiba Ryotaro Museum is the former house of the Japanese author Shiba Ryotaro. Inside, one sees the huge bookshelf which is 11 meters high with 20,000 books in it. With these books the author wrote about 500 historical novels, essays, critical essays and many other works. The museum was designed by Ando Tadao, a famous Japanese architect, to show the creative world of Shiba Ryotaro. (Photo by Alex Roman)
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