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Homer

With that she loosed from her breasts the breastband, pierced and alluring, with every kind of enchantment woven through it . . . There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. — Homer, The Iliad: Book XIV. (Period: Bronze Age.Traditional dating:… Continue reading Homer

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Abolqasem Ferdowsi

Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place. ― Abolqasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings. (Penguin Classics; Deluxe edition February 27, 2007)

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Dante Alighieri

The first three hours of night were almost spent The time that every star shines down on us When Love appeared to me so suddenly That I still shudder at the memory. Joyous Love seemed to me, the while he held My heart within his hands, and in his arms My lady lay asleep wrapped… Continue reading Dante Alighieri

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Charles Wright

Give me a thing that says nothing.                                                            The wind, for instance, A wisdom that comes from ten thousand miles to the west. The trees, for instance, stenographers Of every sentence it isn’t able to utter. The grass that assembles them all                                                          in its green pages. — Charles Wright, from “26,” Littlefoot: A… Continue reading Charles Wright

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Charles Wright

The morning is almost silent and cannot declare itself. / Therefore, I say unto it, / you are the never-boring miracle / Of sunlight and scrappy cloud, / The absence of rain when rain is absent, / as it is / This morning, green with its wonderment, — Charles Wright, from “23,” Littlefoot: A Poem… Continue reading Charles Wright

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