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Poems by Russell Edson

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A Stone Is Nobody's

... captured.Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know ...

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Antimatter

... In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, ...

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A Journey Through The Moonlight

... . . It drips down to the floor and moves there like a tear down a ...

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Accidents

... I tried putting a wick in it to burn out the wax, thus to find my ...

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Elephant Dormitory

... elephant. But I can't sleep without my tail, said the first elephant, I ...

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The Rat's Tight Schedule

... the husband. Well, he's been thinking of turning into a marsupial, so try ...

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You

... And it is here the future lives in the several postures of ...

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The Tree

... No, it wants to lift its leg and piss on the tree ...

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The Philosophers

... I hit, therefore we both are, the hitter and the one who gets ...

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The Changeling

... Don't don't, the moon falls there and curdles your wits into ...

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The Sad Message

... The next day the elephant doesn't want you on its back, and ...

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Vomit

... . . ? . . . The way you eat, it's enough to make anyone sick, ...

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The Having To Love Something Else

... . . And so the man who would marry his mother was again in the ...

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Ape And Coffee

... cried the man.I was just sitting here reading the newspaper when you ...

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One Lonely Afternoon

... together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking ...