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Mi Pregunta

Mi pregunta Que seria el dia sin el sol Que seria la noche sin la luna y las estrellas Que seria yo sin ti Cual seria tu respuesta Cual seria No quiero saber Solo quiero que sea asi como es … Continue reading

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Cities From the Air–poem excerpt from Updike

From Island Cities by John Updike You see them from airplanes, nameless green islands in the oceanic, rectilinear plains, twenty or thirty blocks, compact, but with everything needed visibly in place— the high-school playing fields, the swatch of park along … Continue reading

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As Day is to Night–poem excerpt

From “How Can They Love One Another” by Roberto Juarez They are as day is to night, to one another, but there can be no day without a night. There can be no love without each other, as night and … Continue reading

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Shadows in Autumn–Poem Excerpt by De La Mare

From “The Empty House” by Walter De La Mare Mute shadows creeping slow Mark how the hours go. Every stone is mouldering slow. And the least winds that blow Some minutest atom shake, Some fretting ruin make In roof and … Continue reading

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Summer poem: on the back porch–Hoagland

Excerpt from “Jet”by Tony Hoagland Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and louder as the empty cans drop out of our paws like booster rockets falling back … Continue reading

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You were the guide–poem excerpt

From “Wingless Angel” by Roberto Juarez You were the guide that showed me where When I needed words of comfort and of love You filled my needs with all your love Are you my angel from above? With wings of … Continue reading

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Overturned Lamp: Poem by Pablo Neruda

Great poem excerpt from Pablo Neruda. From “Juventud”/”Youth” clandestine recesses that tempt through the vastness of houses; bolsters asleep in the past, the bitter green valley, seen from above, from the glasses’ concealment; and drenching and flaring by turns, adolescence … Continue reading

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