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Kenneth Rexroth

Floating Our canoe idles in the idling current Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed Backwater of a torpid midwestern stream; Revolves slowly, and lodges in the glutted Waterlilies. We are tired of paddling. All afternoon we have climbed the weak current, Up dim meanders, through woods and pastures, Past muddy fords where the… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Joseph Conrad

There are the girls we love, the men we look up to, the tenderness, the friendships, the opportunities, the pleasures! But the fact remains that you must touch your reward with clean hands, lest it turn to dead leaves, to thorns, in your grasp. ― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim. (Broadview Press, November 7, 2000) Originally… Continue reading Joseph Conrad

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Mary Gladys Webb

[W]e are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood–echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil (these last reverberating through our filmiest dreams, like the sound of thunder in a blossoming orchard). — Mary Gladys Webb, Gone to Earth (Constable, 1917)

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Gustave Flaubert

This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black… Continue reading Gustave Flaubert

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César Vallejo

Moon! Crown of an immense head, which you keep shedding in golden shadows! Red crown of a Jesus who thinks tragically sweet of emeralds! Moon! Maddened celestial heart —why are you rowing like this, inside the cup full of blue wine, toward the west, such a defeated and aching stern? Moon! And by flying off… Continue reading César Vallejo

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