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William Carlos Williams

At our age the imagination                  across the sorry facts                                   lifts us to make roses              stand before thorns.                               Sure love is cruel                   and selfish                                   and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light,                  young love is.                                       But we are older, I to love                and you to be… Continue reading William Carlos Williams

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Wendell Berry

And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home. It is a journey we can… Continue reading Wendell Berry

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Antonio Machado

Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water- wheel of thought, is it going around now, cups empty, carrying only shadows? No, my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens… Continue reading Antonio Machado

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Evelyn Waugh

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world. — Evelyn… Continue reading Evelyn Waugh

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