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by jeremydw
1546 days ago
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Foo Fighters have always meant a lot to me and I am a huge fan of Taylor Hawkins. I’ve been overloaded at work the past few weeks running my company, and have been heavily enjoying Taylor’s side albums these last few weeks. A friend sent me this poem to help cope with this news, entitled “Encounter”… — We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder. Wilno, 1936
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