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Fue adondo a mi me perdieronquw logre por fin encontrarme?Was it where they lost methat I finally found myself?

[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.

you see, my whole life is tied up to unhappiness it’s father cooking breakfast and me getting fat as a hog or having no food at all and father proving his incompetence again i wish...

say what you mean and mean what you say

She believes poetry is ‘a way of coming to know the realness of things; fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships; nonfiction is a way of coming to know the...

I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder...

someone’s senta loving notein lines of returning geeseand as the moon fillsmy western chamberas petals danceover the flowing streamagain I think of youthe two of usliving a sadnessaparta hurt that can’t be removedyet when my...

A Litany for SurvivalFor those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and...

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.

NowNow is the time…Now is the time – Make a changeNow is the time – All is strangeNow is the time – Start life anewNow is the time – Cannot stewHeartbreak, loss, pain, and challenges...

…poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths…

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

… this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem…must be you …

The world is God’s salvation.

here’s a toast to Alan Turingborn in harsher, darker timeswho thought outside the containerand loved outside the linesand so the code-breaker was brokenand we’re sorryyes now the s-word has been spokenthe official conscience woken– very...

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

,Os dais cuenta cabal de la cadena de crímenes tramados por la nena? Crimen número uno: la acusada comete allanamiento de morada. Crimen número dos: el personaje se queda con tres platos de potaje. Crimen...

Life eats life to live.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

From nothing comes everything.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

With your goal you make the one.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Advice to Young Poets Never pretend to be a unicorn by sticking a plunger on your head.

You know the parlor trick.wrap your arms around your own bodyand from the back it looks likesomeone is embracing youher hands grasping your shirther fingernails teasing your neckfrom the front it is another storyyou never...

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author’s point is not that the thing depicts...

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

මා සොවෙනි, උන්මාදයෙනිඔබ මා’සල නැති විටආලය කියන්නේ එයටදැයිමම නොදනිමි

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

The sweetest melody that playsOn starry nights and wintry days,Most soothing to my listening earsAnd calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―The song of sweet, still silence rare.

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and...

And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry – poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs – is how the world works. The...

English:Ô, take this eager dance you fool, don’t brandish your stick at me. I have several reasons to travel on, on to the endless sea: I have lost my love. I’ve drunk my purse. My...

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

Marriage I thinkFor womenIs the best of opiates.It kills the thoughtsThat think about the thoughts,It is the best of opiates.So said Maria.But too long in solitude she’d dwelt,And too long her thoughts had feltTheir strength....

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don’t stop walking, we know there is far to go.

Hands burn for a stone, a bomb, to shiver down the glass. Nothing’s changed.

How Heavy the Days. . .How heavy the days are.There’s not a fire that can warm me,Not a sun to laugh with me,Everything bare,Everything cold and merciless,And even the beloved, clearStars look desolately down,Since I...

Night-time. Why is it, I wonder… Always, always it is at night whenThe fury of a hurricane makes itself felt. Perhaps it is because the spirit of the storm Delights in the darkness, for there...

The neurologist had dismissed her case after a single visit, handing out an easy nostrum by telling her father that if she continued to write poetry, she would be all right.

If we surrenderedto earth’s intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

Healthy ChoicesHold stillKeep quiet.Get a degree to learn how to talksaying nothing.Catch a good manby being demure.the one your mother chooses.Let him climb youwhenever his urge,amidst headachesand menstrual achesand screaming infants.And when he bidsquick, turn...

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.