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Richard Brautigan

In her sweetness where she folds my wounds there is a flower that bees cannot afford. It is too rich for them and would change their wings into operas and all their honey into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent California county. When she has finished folding all my wounds she puts them away in… Continue reading Richard Brautigan

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Lenore Kande

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it. ― Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel. (North Atlantic Books; First Edition edition, April 10, 2012)

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Richard Brautigan

For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair. — Richard Brautigan, “Map Shower,” The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. (Dell Pub Co; Reissue edition, June 1969) Originally published 1968.

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David Levithan

metamorphosis, n.: Love turns us into winged creatures, venturing in ways we never could have conceived in our crawling days. — David Levithan, A Lover’s Dictionary. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition (1 in number line) edition January 4, 2011)

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Richard Brautigan

It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. — Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers,” The Return of the Rivers. (Inferno Press May 1957 )

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