The End of the World as I Know It

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The End of the World as I Know It

It’s the end of the world
as I know it
at

The front door in
white pellets on
the walk

The constant disappearance
of everything
I know

Stones the size of a clamor
melt the
roof

Suddenly there’s this
hail of hail and
then

Suddenly this not-hail hailing the
il n’y plus rattle
of hail

In the afternoon
hailstorm of
dissipation

Everything is washed up
vertiginous
in the

One-way street
racketed
down

To not even
dribble or
hum.

By | 2009-04-28T18:43:35+01:00 avril 28th, 2009|Poésie|0 Comments

About the Author:

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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