Literary Impulse
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Literary Impulse

A Memory’s Undying Hunger

Free Verse Poetry

There’s that familiar ache behind my eyes again
There’s that familiar late evening sigh again
Yes, I have been this weary before
Yes, I have inhabited this space before
Sifting the memory banks for that tune, my dear



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Paroma Sen

“Do not go gentle into that good night, but rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”