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William Stafford

Closing the book, I find I have left my head inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound, words adjusting themselves to their meaning. Long passages open at successive pages. An echo, continuous from the title onward, hums behind me. From in here the world… Continue reading William Stafford

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Haruki Murakami

Naturally I have zero friends. I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself. […] Sometimes the wall I’ve erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what’s going on, there I am—naked and defenseless and totally confused.… Continue reading Haruki Murakami

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Jorge Luis Borges

The other one, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the gate; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name… Continue reading Jorge Luis Borges

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Mary Oliver

All summer they are red and pink and white tents of softness and nectar, which wafts and hangs everywhere–a sweetness so palpable and excessive that, before it, I’m struck, I’m taken, I’m conquered; I’m washed into it, as though it was a river, full of dreaming and idleness–I drop to the sand, I can’t move;… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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