10/22/2023 0 Comments All vault boy images![]() ![]() Soon, he was never up before us & we’d jump on the bed, “When I woke for school the next day the sky was uniform & less than infiniteĪs he became distant with disease the way a boy falls beneath the ice, “Seasonal without Spring: Autumn” by Andrés Cerpa: But a poem that has arrived at the stage where it can look at sadness and say, yeah, here it is, and perhaps use some beautiful language to describe it, to just let it be - in a certain sense that’s saying, sadness isn’t everything, but it’s in this poem in order for me to be able to acknowledge it, listen to its truth, and speak back to it, too. Perhaps we might reject it or try to change it. Pádraig Ó Tuama: My name is Pádraig Ó Tuama, and I have such respect for sad poetry, because there are sad things that happen in our lives, and sadness can be a very difficult thing to face.
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