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Don’t run any more. Quiet.
Don’t run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains On the roofs of the city. How perfect All things are… ~ Czeslaw Milosz, After Paradise Source: Poem- inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.co.uk: Image: strangenumb
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Early we receive the call
The endless, useless urge to look on life comprehensively, to take a bird’s-eye view of ourselves and judge the dimensions of what we have or have not done: this is life as a landscape, or life as...
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In there is the question
Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable? — Czeslaw Milosz, from Farewell Credits: Poem – Thank you...
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It’s been a long day
Endurance comes only from enduring. With a flick of the wrist I fashioned an invisible rope, And climbed it and it held me. — Czeslaw Milosz, from a “A Magic Mountain” in New and Collected Poems...
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Walking in place. Saturday Morning.
“I like things I can see as much as things I can’t (see)…that inner light was drawing me in.” It was an innocuous line by Murakami in Killing Commendatore, but for some reason I couldn’t, I can’t, let...
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