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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Sure Have another Maker's, Kasey. Tuesday, May 09, 2006. This has nothing to do with poetry, but perhaps the one and a half people who actually read this will pardon my departure from the established form. Oh no this was a great blog idea. probably one of the few intelligent and worthwhile things people post on blogger. i am sad to see it go. Now, to sum it up eloquently, fuck mean people. All I can do is continue...
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Friday, November 18, 2005. We have too much exhibitionism. And not enough voyeurism. In poetry we have plenty of bass. And not enough treble, more amber. Beer than the frat boys can drink but. Less red wine than meets the lip. In this beaker of the best Bordeaux,. Too much thesis, too little antithesis. And way too much New York Times. In poetry we've had too much isolationism. And too few foreign entanglements.
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. A leaf falls on loneliness. Friday, October 21, 2005. It may not always be so. It may not always be so;and i say. That if your lips,which i have loved,should touch. Another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch. His heart,as mine in time not far away;. If on another's face your sweet hair lay. In such a silence as i know,or such. Great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,. Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;.
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Thursday, February 23, 2006. In the grocery store: her crown. Of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,. Her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,. The way she placed yogurt and avocados in her basket,. Beaming peace like the North Star. I wanted to ask, "what aisle did you find. Your serenity in, do you know how. To be married for 50 years, or how to live alone,. Her personality in hair form; bouncy an...
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Saturday, March 25, 2006. And there I was again,. Sound, soft,. Pressing with headlights into. A conversation with someone. With whom I did not want to have. Â do you like to read? Before I answered, I tried. What literary works had already. Polluted her pointed question,. Before I answered, I imagined. Why she had read such garbage. I imagined her self-help books. In a heap by her bed,. To actually finish one.
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Casida of the Reclining Woman. Wednesday, March 22, 2006. Ditty of First Desire. In the green morning. I wanted to be a heart. And in the ripe evening. I wanted to be a nightingale. Turn the color of love.). In the vivid morning. I wanted to be myself. And at the evening's end. I wanted to be my voice. Turn the color of love. The undeniable brilliance that turns each come-on into beautiful soliloquies of desire?
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Wednesday, March 08, 2006. She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul. The shape of her soul is a square. She knows this to be the case. Because she often feels its corners. Pressing sharp against the bone. Just under her shoulder blades. And across the wings of her hips. At one time, when she was younger,. She had hoped that it might be a cube,. But the years have worked to dispel. Of course, this square.
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i am not a monkey: 04.06
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I am not a monkey. Let us all befriend the forgam, twist the sweet sun from the ass of time. Follow the slipper as he moves from the corner, and lay a sleeping soldier face up in the ground. - Papa GW. Viernes, abril 28, 2006. The Nancy Drews: LIVE! At the Old Curtis Street Bar - 2100 Curtis, Denver - Saturday 4/29. Posted by spanish eddie @ 08:42. Lunes, abril 24, 2006. Posted by spanish eddie @ 07:01. Jueves, abril 20, 2006. Martha, my dear you have always been my inspiration. Lunes, abril 17, 2006.
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
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Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Saturday, March 25, 2006. And there I was again,. Sound, soft,. Pressing with headlights into. A conversation with someone. With whom I did not want to have. Â do you like to read? Before I answered, I tried. What literary works had already. Polluted her pointed question,. Before I answered, I imagined. Why she had read such garbage. I imagined her self-help books. In a heap by her bed,. To actually finish one.
