The journal
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Poetry · Reflection
IMPRESIONES (2) BLUE PAGE (Sobre un trabajo de Monique Lucy Weberink) No es sólo la distancia, Es el tiempo el que abre El azul de la mar Que golpea esta noche de vigilia. Hacia qué latitudes se dirige El pensamiento exhausto, Esa mirada tierna De tu alma que tiembla ? Qué insinú
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Poetry · Reflection
“There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers’ battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain’s tresses and shine
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Poetry · Reflection
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, ro
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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, ro
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Poetry · Reflection
Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. Jorge Luis Borges
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Poetry · Essay
Today you are full and so very bright Little sparkles reflected on the water Washed onto the shore by current high tide Just me there as its sole spotter I can feel an air flow on my arms A cold heavy shiver takes control Its new to me but has its charms Only warmth from
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Today you are full and so very bright Little sparkles reflected on the water Washed onto the shore by current high tide Just me there as its sole spotter I can feel an air flow on my arms A cold heavy shiver takes control Its new to me but has its charms Only warmth from
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Poetry · Reflection
Everything Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded, black death’s wing’s overhead. Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,so why does a light shine ahead? By day, a mysterious wood, near the town,breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume. By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparen
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Poetry · Reflection
I sit in a mood of reverie. I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations: things half-glimpsed, faces or lines, certain indistinct memories of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art: Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty, almost imperceptibly completing life, blending impr
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I sit in a mood of reverie. I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations: things half-glimpsed, faces or lines, certain indistinct memories of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art: Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty, almost imperceptibly completing life, blending impr
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Poetry · Reflection
“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.” Dylan Thomas
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Poetry · Reflection
All by myself absorbing the silence Excluding the noise of my complicated life I just like to sit here and be quiet for a while Observing the incomprehensible world around me Listen, carefully now, can you hear this stillness Or is it just inside, inside my head Millions of thoug
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