I have dreamed of you so much, Walked so much, talked so much, Loved so much your shadow, That there is nothing left for me of you.  I am left to be no more than a shadow among shadows, One hundred times more shadow than shadow, The shadow that will come again and again to your sundrenched life.  ~Robert Desnos's last poem before he was sent to Auschwitz

I have dreamed of you so much, Walked so much, talked so much, Loved so much your shadow, That there is nothing left for me of you. I am left to be no more than a shadow among shadows, One hundred times more shadow than shadow, The shadow that will come again and again to your sundrenched life. ~Robert Desnos's last poem before he was sent to Auschwitz

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My main man Octavio Paz: "Eroticism and poetry: the first is a metaphor for sexuality, the second is an eroticizing of language." It's like that.

My main man Octavio Paz: "Eroticism and poetry: the first is a metaphor for sexuality, the second is an eroticizing of language." It's like that.

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The Enthusiast: thinking about things: "Certainty" by Octavio Paz, from "Days and Occasions" (1958-61)

The Enthusiast: thinking about things: "Certainty" by Octavio Paz, from "Days and Occasions" (1958-61)

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ALAN DUGAN - April 1947 : Poetry Magazine

ALAN DUGAN - April 1947 : Poetry Magazine

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Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions... Robinson Jeffers - Wikiquote

Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that, or else you will share man's pitiful confusions... Robinson Jeffers - Wikiquote

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Inspiration Poétique,Les Gens D'Inspiration,Beats Se Sont,Beat Inspiration,Beat Beat Beat,Beat Nik,Beat Voices,Leopardskin Pillbox,Gregory Corso

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Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad.  From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.  ~Rabindranath Tagore - Wikiquote

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years. ~Rabindranath Tagore - Wikiquote

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-Wallace Stevens

-Wallace Stevens

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the glade of theoric ornithic hermetica: ¡¡¡ Viva Lamantia !!!

the glade of theoric ornithic hermetica: ¡¡¡ Viva Lamantia !!!

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A man reads the epitaph on the graves of Keats and Shelley at Italy's famously beautiful Protestant Cemetary, just outside of Rome.

A man reads the epitaph on the graves of Keats and Shelley at Italy's famously beautiful Protestant Cemetary, just outside of Rome.

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