
"Does the air we vanish into taste of us, then?"
Second Duino Elegy
--Rainer Maria Rilke
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Fill the air with poems
so thick--
even bombs
can't fall through
--Peter Levitt
DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. "For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me." ~ William Stafford
5 comments:
Wouldn't it be great if it really worked that way. I'd write poems 24/7.
More poems! More poems!
Amen!
What a man!! (of course, I'm being sarcastic ...)
Wonderful post!
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