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Theodore Roethke

Fourth Meditation 1 I was always one for being alone, Seeking in my own way, eternal purpose; At the edge of the field waiting for the pure moment; Standing, silent, on sandy beaches or walking along green embankments; Knowing the sinuousness of small waters: As a chip or shell, floating lazily with a slow current…… Continue reading Theodore Roethke

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William Kistler

strange isn’t it how every day brings us to a place we’ve never been, strange isn’t it, my nearly perfect one, how passionate we once were, almost, I would say, like bread and cheese which cannot bear to part and thus go down the dark throat together. And now it seems we have nothing other… Continue reading William Kistler

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