Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two,
filling up the emptiness of space and time, never adding
anything to life.
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Hi again I was commenting on another poet; 's work when I caught your title listed by poemhunter, I clicked it and read your remarkable poem I admire the way the images of paper and paper cuts run through the poem and carry the weight of meaning. They are images that take on the quality of SYMBOLS which you handle deftly. In a sense, the real subject of the poem is MEMORY and the fragility of memories, but you approach that subject indirectly - and memorably(I didn't intend that pun! It came uninvited.)
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Hi again I was commenting on another poet; 's work when I caught your title listed by poemhunter, I clicked it and read your remarkable poem I admire the way the images of paper and paper cuts run through the poem and carry the weight of meaning. They are images that take on the quality of SYMBOLS which you handle deftly. In a sense, the real subject of the poem is MEMORY and the fragility of memories, but you approach that subject indirectly - and memorably(I didn't intend that pun! It came uninvited.)