POVERTY

Poverty What smell is it that evades the senses of upturned noses dulled by Dom Pérignon and roses poverty lingers soaked in sweat and drenched in death on the streets below the poor march along shattered sidewalks beaten down by worn boots–the spider web of concrete, a minefield of broken mother’s backs The city covers […]

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Adam Zagajewski – A childhood shielded from life’s horrors (6/50)

But I wanted to say something – the contradiction lay in that my father had status in the local community; when he was present, everyone knew that Professor Zagajewski was there. He wasn’t a professor straight away, but it wasn’t long before he became one. On the other hand, we lived in poverty. I mean, […]

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