
Here is a second found poem which I've crafted from the prose of Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything is Illuminated.
She Had Found Places
"There," she said
And she pointed her finger
Into the darkness
She was not crying
Which surprised me very much
But I understand now
That she had found places
For her melancholy
That were behind more masks
Than only her eyes
- Jonathan Safran Foer, 2002
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Monday, October 5, 2009
Poetry Train Monday - 121 - She Had Found Places
Posted by Julia Phillips Smith at 8:47 AM 6 comments
Labels: Everything is Illuminated, Found poetry, Jonathan Safran Foer, Melancholy, Poetry Train, She Had Found Places
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