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Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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You are still the one with the stone and the sling,
Man of my time. You were in the cockpit,
With the malevolent wings, the meridians of death,
-I have seen you - in the chariot of fire, at the gallows,
At the wheels of torture. I have seen you: it was you,
With your exact science set on extermination,
Without love, without Christ. You have killed again,
As always, as your fathers killed,
as the animals killed that saw you for the first time.
And this blood smells as on the day
When one brother told the other brother:
"Let us go into the fields." And that echo, chill, tenacious,
Has reached down to you, within your day.
Forgot, O sons, the clouds of blood
Risen from the earth, forget your fathers:
Their tombs sink down in ashes,
Black birds, the wind, cover their heart.
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    Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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    The fountains mingle with the river,
    And the rivers with the ocean;
    The winds of heaven mix forever
    With a sweet emotion;
    Nothing in the world is single;
    All things by a law divine
    In another's being mingle--
    Why not I with thine?
    See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
    And the waves clasp one another;
    No sister flower could be forgiven
    If it disdained its brother;
    And the sunlight clasps the earth,
    And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
    What are all these kissings worth,
    If thou kiss not me?
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      Smile

      Smile though your heart is aching
      Smile even though it's breaking
      When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
      If you smile through your fear and sorrow
      Smile and maybe tomorrow
      You'll see the sun come shining through for you

      Light up your face with gladness
      Hide every trace of sadness
      Although a tear may be ever so near
      That's the time you must keep on trying
      Smile, what's the use of crying?
      You'll find that life is still worthwhile
      If you just smile.
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        Hands clasped, under the dark veil.
        'Today, why are you so pale?'
        - Because I've made him drink his fill
        Of sorrow's bitter tale.
        How could I forget? He staggered,
        His mouth twisted with pain...
        I ran down not touching the rail,
        I ran all the way to the gate.
        'I was joking,' I cried, breathlessly.
        'If you go away, I am dead.'
        Smiling strangely, calmly,
        'Don't stand in the wind,' he said.
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          Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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          You're my bondage and my freedom,
          my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
          you're my country.
          Hazel eyes marbled green,
          you're awesome, beautiful, and brave,
          you're my desire always just out of reach.
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            Posted by: R. Parisi
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            I want you to know
            one thing.
            You know how this is:
            if I look
            at the crystal moon, at the red branch
            of the slow autumn at my window,
            if I touch
            near the fire
            the impalpable ash
            or the wrinkled body of the log,
            everything carries me to you,
            as if everything that exists,
            aromas, light, metals,
            were little boats
            that sail
            toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
            Well, now,
            if little by little you stop loving me
            I shall stop loving you little by little.
            If suddenly
            you forget me
            do not look for me,
            for I shall already have forgotten you.
            If you think it long and mad,
            the wind of banners
            that passes through my life,
            and you decide
            to leave me at the shore
            of the heart where I have roots,
            remember
            that on that day,
            at that hour,
            I shall lift my arms
            and my roots will set off
            to seek another land.
            But
            if each day,
            each hour,
            you feel that you are destined for me
            with implacable sweetness,
            if each day a flower
            climbs up to your lips to seek me,
            ah my love, ah my own,
            in me all that fire is repeated,
            in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
            my love feeds on your love, beloved,
            and as long as you live it will be in your arms
            without leaving mine.
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              I was not aware of the moment
              when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
              What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery
              like a bud in the forest at midnight!
              When in the morning I looked upon the light
              I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world,
              that the inscrutable without name and form
              had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
              Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me.
              And because I love this life,
              I know I shall love death as well.
              The child cries out
              when from the right breast the mother takes it away,
              in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.
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                There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
                There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
                There is society, where none intrudes,
                By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
                I love not man the less, but Nature more,
                From these our interviews, in which I steal
                From all I may be, or have been before,
                To mingle with the Universe, and feel
                What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
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                  Posted by: Sylvia Drago
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                  We Never Know How High We Are

                  We never know how high we are
                  Till we are asked to rise
                  And then if we are true to plan
                  Our statures touch the skies -

                  The Heroism we recite
                  Would be a normal thing
                  Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
                  For fear to be a King.
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