every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
August Mary Oliver When the blackberries hang...
How am I going to end this with him. She felt her ...
Fabled by the daughters of memory... Finnegans Web...
The Second Coming (1921) - by W.B. Yeats (1865 - 1...
DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALL RIGHT (Words and Music...
Becoming in Black (after Ghalib) by William Dennis...
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Terzanelle of Kosovo FieldsRichard JacksonJune 200...
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"I am compelled to acknowledge, that science and the physical
world were products of human imagining - that we were not the cool
observers of that world, but its passionate creators. We were all
poets and the world was our metaphor."
--Jones