ihyuca's review against another edition

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dark emotional inspiring lighthearted sad tense fast-paced

4.0

lucretia_pallas's review

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challenging dark emotional inspiring mysterious reflective sad tense slow-paced

5.0

a_1212's review against another edition

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3.0

~3.75

titlesandtea's review against another edition

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a truly talented and thoughtful poet

carlo's review against another edition

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dark emotional reflective sad

4.25

h1914's review against another edition

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4.0

“I want to collapse like an old dress,
to have fragile joints,
to shrivel up, shrivel like an apple, to become
small, ancient and stone gray, and one day bend over
to lie beneath a root and laugh at
all the deaths and expire, not violently,
so that I hardly notice where I begin
to cease, where I cease, then belong”
- The Life Line

motifenjoyer's review against another edition

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4.0

"War is no longer declared,
but rather continued. The outrageous
has become the everyday. The hero
is absent from the battle. The weak
are moved into the firing zone.
The uniform of the day is patience;
the order of merit is the wretched star
of hope over the heart.

It is awarded
when nothing more happens,
when the bombardment is silenced,
when the enemy has become invisible
and the shadow of eternal armament
covers the sky.

It is awarded
for deserting the flag,
for bravery before a friend,
for the betrayal of shameful secrets
and the disregard of every command."

maria_1605's review against another edition

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5.0

“Nu uita că și tu, deodată,
în dimineața aceea, când patul tău
era încă umed de rouă și garoafa
se odihnea lângă inima ta,
ai văzut râul întunecat,
șerpuind pe lângă tine.”

hannahgadbois's review against another edition

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4.0

“I want to collapse like an old dress,
to have fragile joints,
to shrivel up, shrivel like an apple, to become
small, ancient and stone gray, and one day bend over
to lie beneath a root and laugh at
all the deaths and expire, not violently,
so that I hardly notice where I begin
to cease, where I cease, then belong”
- The Life Line

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