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Eugénio de Andrade

We’ve worn our words to death, when now I say: my love, nothing happens, absolutely nothing. And yet, before the words were spent, I’m certain that everything trembled at the mere murmur of your name in the silence of my heart. Now we have nothing to give. There is nothing within you that asks me… Continue reading Eugénio de Andrade

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Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the woods and frozen lake … Continue reading Robert Frost

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W. B. Yeats

I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course. — W. B. Yeats, from “His Confidence” in “Words for Music Perhaps,” The Winding Stair and Other Poems (Macmillan, 1933)

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  And the days are dark and dreary.               Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;     Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;     Thy fate is the common fate of all,     Into each life some rain must fall,         Some days must be dark and dreary. — Henry… Continue reading Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Robert Frost

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces  Between stars–on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. ― Robert Frost, from “Desert Places,” The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. (Holt Paperbacks; 2 Revised edition April 1, 2002)

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W.B. Yeats

The Song of Wandering Aengus   I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream… Continue reading W.B. Yeats

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Juan Ramón Jiménez

A warm and mild haze hung around the trees; the moon was going down in a west of gold and silk like some full and divine womb … My chest was thumping as if my heart were drunk … —   Juan Ramón Jiménez, from “The Lamb Was Bleating Softly,” Lorca & Jimenez: Selected Poems (Beacon… Continue reading Juan Ramón Jiménez

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