January 2012
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Poet without fate
I live on Odes of endless days of missing hours that once were Words that bend my reality where I wish I could lay you down And verses suddenly shut for a voice that no longer will sing to heaven and hell for hands that no longer will know what to hold on
O desired fate that no more when intense whispers announced us when innocently I tried to write you…
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“Je suis un galérien de plume et d’encre.
I’m a galley slave to pen...”
– Honoré de Balzac - Letter to Zulma Carraud (2 July 1832) translated by C. Lamb Kenn
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BUIRNT NORTON
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Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the...
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“Few can remember
clearly when innocence came
to a sudden end,
the moment at...”
– W.H. Auden
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Nothing Will Die by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting? When will the heart be aweary of beating? And nature die? Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
Nothing will die; All things will change Thro’ eternity....
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All Things will Die by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily; Yet all things must die. The stream will cease to flow; The wind will cease to blow; The clouds will cease to fleet; The heart will cease to beat; For all things must...
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“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity...”
– William Blake ‘Auguries of Innocence’
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“Books don’t change the world, people change the world, books only change people.”
– Mario Quintana
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“I tried not to do anything in life
that ashamed the child I was”
– José Saramago
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“What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak...”
– Wallace Stevens - To the Roaring Wind
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Argument by Elizabeth Bishop
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with me endlessly neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land beneath the plane; that coastline of dim beaches deep in sand stretching indistinguishably all the way, all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think of all those cluttered...
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“Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope”
Anna Kamieńska
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Love
On the eve of thee I was a little and without syntax I was almost a part no other a hiatus of me.
In the now of thee I happen woven in point full a text with lines and body:
an accurate body an enough yes.
- Maria Esther Maciel translated by Virtutes&Vitia
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The Little Prince Returns - Roemmers, A. G. any...
terrorismoafetivo replied to your quote: Once again, she asked me what I meant. And again, my heart was in my words, but the explanation made no sense. Typical me.
Try again
I’d rather say ‘Try somebody else’ ;P
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“Once again, she asked me what I meant. And again, my heart was in my words, but...”
– Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
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“No hay pues mujer más sola,
más tristemente sola,
que la que quiere amar a un...”
– Piedad Bonnet
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O Death, Rock Me Asleep
O death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest, Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast. Toll on, thou passing bell; Ring out my doleful knell; Let thy sound my death tell. Death doth draw nigh; There is no remedy.
My pains who can express? Alas, they are so strong; My dolour will not suffer strength My life for to prolong. Toll on, thou passing bell; Ring out my doleful...
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“And I say, I can see me in your eyes You...
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When your voice comes after me
When your voice comes after me on short verses that occult me my ears resound between letters that breathe
I shudder when you call me I drown when you shut up
For your chords give me soul My life find its rest on every dawn that your voice knows me
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A Coney Island of the Mind
I have not lain with beauty all my life telling over to myself its most rife charms
I have not lain with beauty all my life and lied with it as well telling over to myself how beauty never dies but lies apart among the aborigines of art and far above the battlefields of love
It is above all that oh yes It sits upon the choicest of Church seats up there where art directors meet to choose the...