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Robert Frost

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces  Between stars–on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. ― Robert Frost, from “Desert Places,” The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. (Holt Paperbacks; 2 Revised edition April 1, 2002)

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Henry Miller

What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin– to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it. — Henry… Continue reading Henry Miller

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Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Before you came, things were as they should be: the sky was the dead-end of sight, the road was just a road, wine merely wine. Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns… — Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from “Before… Continue reading Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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Pablo Neruda

My hands lifted it up   and I gazed as if the sea   were alive   in that single drop,   as if amid the struggle   of the earth and the waters   one flower were to raise   a small banner   of blue flame, of irresistible peace,   of indomitable purity.… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Franz Wright

I do notice the more I lose touch with what I previously saw as my life the more real my spot in the dark winter pew becomes— it is infinite. What we experience as space, the sky that is, the sun, the stars is intimate and rather small by comparison. — Franz Wright, from “Letter,… Continue reading Franz Wright

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