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"Places We Love

Places we love exist only through us,
Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,
Places we love we can never leave,
Places we love together, together, together,

And is this room really a room, or an embrace,
And what is beneath the window: a street or years?
And the window is only the imprint left by
The first rain we understood, returning endlessly,

And this wall does not define the room, but perhaps the night
Your son began to move in your sleeping blood,
A son like a butterfly of flame in your hall of mirrors,
The night you were frightened by your own light,

And this door leads into any afternoon
Which outlives it, forever peopled
With your casual movements, as you stepped,
Like fire into copper, into my only memory;

When you go, space closes over like water behind you,
Do not look back: there is nothing outside you,
Space is only time visible in a different way,
Places we love we can never leave.

"
— Ivan V. Lalic

posted by theoldman at 8:57 am (EST) on Oct 15, 2009

Hi, familymoments.
Thank you for the kind words. I am delighted you took the time to read my review. The title for it is 'Hitler Liked Dogs'.

Walls is a very sad figure. Obviously there is a very complex psychological condition operating on Walls, maybe something similar to the Stockholm Syndrome. But her readers should know better. Whenever I talk to anyone who finds the book uplifting I always ask, 'What's so uplifting about what happened to Maureen and Mary Charleen?'

Every Good Wish,
Stuart

posted by semckibbin at 11:22 pm (EST) on Sep 21, 2009