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Friday, September 9, 2016. By Jorge Luis Borges (translated by Alastair Reid). Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface. From my own dreams into the common dream. And things assume again their proper places. And their accustomed shapes. Into this present. The Past intrudes, in all its dizzying range-. The centuries-old habits of migration. In birds and men, the armies in their legions. All fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage. The trappings of my day also come back:. Labels: Jorge Luis Borges.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015. IF HOT FLOWERS COME TO THE STREET. By R Meenakshi (translated by Martha Ann Selby). Are a forest fire,. Or so they say. It's an April event. Called a summer fire. An explosion of buds. Fire in the snow. On the head of Lord Shiva. Of the snow mountains. There are red matted locks,. Gleaming cassia flowers,. In his red hand,. A small drum,. And the snake at his throat. Won't strike the deer. The fire in his hand. Won't burn the Ganga. But in our street. Will swarm to hot flowers.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015. From HYMNS IN DARKNESS. I met a man once. Who had wasted half his life,. Partly in exile from himself,. Partly in a prison of his own making. An energetic man, an active man. I liked his spirit. And saw no hope for him. Yet, he had the common touch;. He could, for instance, work with his hands. To others, all attentive. To his own needs, indifferent. A tireless social human being,. I saw him cheerful. In the universal darkness. As I stood grimly. In my little light.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014. On the first page of my dreambook. It’s always evening. In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city. The houses all dark. I am on a street corner. Where I shouldn’t be. I have gone out to look. For a black dog who answers to my whistle. I have a kind of halloween mask. Which I am afraid to put on. Poets featured so far. Maria Elena Cruz Varela. Oscar Vladislas de Lubicz-Milosz. Empire Of Dreams by Charles Simic On the first pa.

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Friday, July 22, 2016. In my house I want:. A reasonable woman,. A cat passing among the books,. And friends in every season,. Whom I cannot live without. Poets featured so far. Maria Elena Cruz Varela. Oscar Vladislas de Lubicz-Milosz. THE CAT Guillaume Apollinaire In my house I want:. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015. TWO POEMS AFTER READING THE POEMS OF MASTER HAN SHAN. By Wang Chiu-ssu (1461-1551) (translated by Jonathan Chaves). This crazy man has escaped the world,. With his messy hair and bare feet! His body sleeps among the clouds of Cold Mountain,. His mind is like the moon in an autumn pond! He enjoys the company of the monk Feng-kan;. Sometimes he visits the Cowrie Palace. He looks up to heaven, and laughs out loud:. An ocean bird crying in the cool shade! His fame will never die out.

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Friday, September 9, 2016. By Jorge Luis Borges (translated by Alastair Reid). Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface. From my own dreams into the common dream. And things assume again their proper places. And their accustomed shapes. Into this present. The Past intrudes, in all its dizzying range-. The centuries-old habits of migration. In birds and men, the armies in their legions. All fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage. The trappings of my day also come back:. Labels: Jorge Luis Borges.

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