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Hydrangea


















































I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
Life’s little duties do—precisely—
As the very least
Were infinite—to me—

I put new Blossoms in the Glass—
And throw the old—away—
I push a petal from my gown
That anchored there—I weigh
The time ‘twill be till six o’clock
I have so much to do—
And yet—Existence—some way back—
Stopped—struck—my ticking—through—

We cannot put Ourself away
As a completed Man
Or Woman—When the Errand’s done
We came to Flesh—upon—
There may be—Miles on Miles of Nought—
Of Action—sicker far—
To simulate—is stinging work—
To cover what we are
From Science—and from Surgery—
To Telescopic Eyes
To bear on us unshaded—
For their—sake—not for Ours—

Twould start them—
We—could tremble—
But since we got a Bomb—
And held it in our Bosom—
Nay—Hold it—it is calm—

Therefore—we do life’s labor—
Though life’s Reward—be done—
With scrupulous exactness—
To hold our Senses—on—



Hydrangea

w/ w/ Laila Blebleble, Hanya Belia, Germana Frattini, Chaosreigns Pe, Vincente Hirmas,
Sylvie Hayes-Wallace, Zhyvtone, Ewa Poniatowska, Anastasia Yurchenko, Tanya Chaykovskaya, Katie Calderon


Curated by Tore Zhang and Eva L’vasseur
Fotos: Eva L’vasseur
Poem by Emily Dickinson