Auguries of Innocence is the first book of poetry from Patti Smith in more than a decade. It marks a major accomplishment from a poet and performer who has inscribed her vision of our world in powerful anthems, ballads, and lyrics. In this intimate and searing collection of poems, Smith joins in that great tradition of troubadours, journeymen, wordsmiths, and artists who respond to the world around them in fresh and original language. Her influences are eclectic and striking: Blake, Rimbaud, Picasso, Arbus, and Johnny Appleseed. Smith is an American original; her poems are oracles for our times.</p>
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The Mast is Down We lay in the cursed grass devoid of magic, tracing our disintegration in the kinetic sky. I touched your arm and the flesh fell away, and my hands were no longer empty. Our mount is made of blood earth, when wet a clay thing writhing. If y...
评分The Mast is Down We lay in the cursed grass devoid of magic, tracing our disintegration in the kinetic sky. I touched your arm and the flesh fell away, and my hands were no longer empty. Our mount is made of blood earth, when wet a clay thing writhing. If y...
评分The Mast is Down We lay in the cursed grass devoid of magic, tracing our disintegration in the kinetic sky. I touched your arm and the flesh fell away, and my hands were no longer empty. Our mount is made of blood earth, when wet a clay thing writhing. If y...
评分The Mast is Down We lay in the cursed grass devoid of magic, tracing our disintegration in the kinetic sky. I touched your arm and the flesh fell away, and my hands were no longer empty. Our mount is made of blood earth, when wet a clay thing writhing. If y...
评分The Mast is Down We lay in the cursed grass devoid of magic, tracing our disintegration in the kinetic sky. I touched your arm and the flesh fell away, and my hands were no longer empty. Our mount is made of blood earth, when wet a clay thing writhing. If y...
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We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light.
评分too beautifullll very joyful
评分We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light.
评分How would Patti Smith sing her poetry? Chris
评分How would Patti Smith sing her poetry? Chris
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