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Life, come here to assassinate me!
Throw me a cruel blow
right into the center of my disordered heart.
Pound the walls of my self inflicted martyrdom.
I want you to fling me bloodstained
like that clumsy scarlet woodpecker...
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Lost I am
in the center
of your crackling
honeycomb.
Lost. Lost
in palpitating parapets
of inexhaustible ardor.
Blazing eyes, trailing
the flexible edges
of my outline
whispering foliage
your melodious hands
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Oscillating grace moving before us
Soars, in time and space — in celebration
No physics explain our love's memory
Infinite time claims beauty's creation.
Faster than light our universe travels
In wave-like-rippling —...
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["Moon with Shadows"
a Spanish version witten by M. Bloom]
Vine yo aqu a estas fronteras —en bsqueda,
y con necesidad de...
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You can swim in its placid waters
Ride the big waves,
Snorkel or deep sea dive,
But a tempest or a storm
Can wreck havoc with your worldview,
Destroy all your meticulous connections,
So unerringly told and retold
By Shakespeare...
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Lifes laws are always true whether you believe or not, In the end the law always defines what you've got. Negative or positive content you can choose, But challenge the law and you gamble to loose. A stitch in time will save you nine. Caution...
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Staggering movement with feet of lead, In the Australian powder sand of red. A tortuous red hell of shifting sands, Where the skin slowly peels from his blistered hands. Constant strain of footsteps deep, Mind numb to the heat of searing feet, ...
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Love can seem an ill wind you wish to leave, Or keep you warm where else you would freeze. Love can be a tempest that whips up the seas, or the caressing touch of a gentle breeze. Love can take your mind to a state of fatigue, Or it can take...
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To outer senses there is peace, A dreamy peace on either hand, Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence where the shadows cease. Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate; A corncrake calling to its mate; The answer...
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The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things, by a law divine, In one another's being mingle — Why not I with thine?...
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As Love and Hope together Walk by me for a while, Link-armed the ways they travel For many a pleasant mile - Link-armed and dumb they travel, They sing not, but they smile. Hope leaving, Love commences To practise on the lute; And as he sings and...
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How Should the soul not take wings
when from the Glory of God
It hears a sweet, kindly call:
"Why are you here, soul? Arise!"
How should a fish not leap fast
into the sea form dry land
When from the ocean so cool
the sound...
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Love and imagination are magicians
Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind
With which you share your secret intimate moments.
This apparition is made of nothing at all,
But from its mouth comes the...
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Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love.
By my passion of love for Love
I have ground sweet as sugar.
O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?
Whoever...
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To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not...
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Representing nothing on God's earth now, And naught in the waters below it, As the pledge of a nation that's dead and gone, Keep it, dear friends, and show it. Show it to those who will lend an ear To the tale that this trifle can tell, Of a...
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Oh, young Lochinvar has come out of the west,
Through all the wide border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapon had none,
He rode all unarmed, he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,...
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Start small. Keep your head
down until you’re prepared to handle
some wicked confrontation.
There’s safety in numbers
and sharp weapons.
Live on less. With little food, water
or attention, you’ll thrive....
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La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl)
O quam te memorem virgo . . .
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair --
Lean on a garden urn --
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair --
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained suprise --...
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Sometimes I sit and wonder What my life is going to be Where I'm at and where I'm going, Just what will I live to see? As I ponder ever deeper Musing on things yet to come Time and people pass beside me, How much time until I'm done? Soon I find...
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In a chariot of light from the regions of day, The Goddess of Liberty came; Ten thousand celestials directed the way And hither conducted the dame. A fair budding branch from the gardens above, Where millions with millions agree, She brought in her...
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,...
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What I need is a literary hammer
something to beat and shape
these recalcitrant words
into meaning that will endure
A chisel would also be useful
to pare away the ambiguities
the equivocal varnish
off the half-said,
the...
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True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily granite on granite, And bleeds for his castle, 'mid sunshine and rain. Love is not velvet, not all of it velvet, Not all of it...
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