Letters from Poetry
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Our hearts finally explode and we’re wise enough to endure the pain and finally realize that we are indeed heart broken. …Her arms and legs stood out in tension.
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If your planning comes to nothing, would it be madness or wisdom discerned? Never shall we speak foolish words, for the highest order keeps guard from such ruin. And if we ever rebel against the natural orders and course of things, we will witness what becomes of us through the discipline of each of the…
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“I didn’t know,” I said, my friends thought I might be inside a burning house.But drawing into the shadow of that house in flames,Watching the sparks fly,Saved me from procrastination. I nodded solemnly,Raising a quiet saluteTo the lives of my friends and family. “Live and love,” declared the highest of orders.“Commune and understand, and whisper,…
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The news came early, and still, they wished they had more.The essence of life seemed tangled with the essence of men, and saints alike.Everyone suddenly felt connected to the news. Images formed, of dreams once considered, of paths long abandoned as impossible.The men looked back in regret.The saints, however, looked forward.They bought new clothes.The Good…
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You can be stout and slow,With eyes that twinkle in friendship.The kind who calls out “Good morning!”And in the midst of a laugh,Makes us remember flowers. You can hum under your breath,Roll a coin back and forth over your knuckles.Make it spin and catch the light. The point isn’t to feel great.The point is to…
