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Jack Gilbert

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the wordsget it all wrong. We say bread and it means accordingto which nation. French has no word for home,and we have no… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Kent Nerburn

Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is acondition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. Loneliness is small, solitude is large. Loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite. Loneliness has its… Continue reading Kent Nerburn

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William Alexander Percy

I have a need of silence and of stars ;Too much is said too loudly ; I am dazed.The silken sound of whirled infinityIs lost in voices shouting to be heard. — William Alexander Percy, from “In New York,” In April Once. (Hesperides Press October 26, 2007) Originaly published 1920.

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