1120 – “She Did Not Need Much”, a poem by Starra Neely Blade

She did not need much,
wanted very little.
A kind word, sincerity,
fresh air, clean water,
a garden, kisses,
books to read,
sheltering arms, a cosy bed,
and to love and be loved in return.

-Starra Neely Blade

1115 – “To 3 a.m.” A Poem by Mia Hollow

I belong to the stars under my skin.
To lonely Hearts.
To the dark.
I belong to the middle of the night.
To the shadows of men.
To 3 a.m.

-Mia Hollow

1103 – Dreams by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dream
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.”

-Langston Hughes

961 – “Someone I loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

-Mary Oliver

899 – “Years of love have been forgot in the fever of a minute.”

“That years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute.”

-Edgar Allan Poe

897 – First Stanza of William Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence.”

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake

870 – A Poem by Charles Bukowski

lifedance

“the area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience—
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted.”

–Charles Bukowski

809 – A Poem by Octavio Paz With Translation

 

Hermandad

Homenaje a Claudio Ptolomeo

Soy hombre: duro poco
y es enorme la noche.
Pero miro hacia arriba:
las estrellas escriben.
Sin entender comprendo:
también soy escritura
y en este mismo instante
alguien me deletrea.

-Octavio Paz

Brotherhood

Homage to Claudius Ptolemy

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

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790 – “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

–Pablo Neruda

705 – “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the years you’ve felt the same.”

–Charles Bukowski