Poetry is like tinted glasses

The being pain is being is you

In A good father, 'bile going to the brain' made me wonder if its a possibility or a poetic leap. This is how.

In 'Mr pain speaks for himself', the metaphor of pain as pervading as a loyal mom and the image/simile of the pained running away 'like a watermelon on stilts' make you forget that it is pain that we are talking of.
Winter Drought and its balladic origins

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