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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Adam of two Edens: Selected Poems; "To an Iraqi Poet,"
Sonia Sanchez, from Like the singing coming off the drums: Love Poems; “Tanka”
[Text ID: “i thought about you / the pain of not having / you cruising my bones.”]
Wild horses crossing a river in Iran Photo: Eydi Heydari
.”Life, and Nothing More…” (Persian: زندگی و دیگر هیچ) directed by Abbas Kiarostami
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little blue bird from the pillow flew (2020) \\ first i must clean the keys of the piano with milk (2022) \\ the black bells of a distant new mexico (2023) \\ an echo trapped forever (2023) \\ sweet velvet flower there is no time/ I ask to go back I wish you were mine (2021) \\ two butterfly lovers (2021) \\ untitled (2022) \\ nectar for honey (2021) \\ red i (2022) \\ fountain lies the sun (2017)
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— Toni Morrison, Tar Baby
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Our words don't suit prophecies anymore. That power is left to other species: to oak trees, for example, to the tides, which through their restlessness carry a phosphorescence we're not equipped to hear.
Etel Adnan, from Shifting the Silence
Евгений Чарушин "Вот они какие". 1962.
~ Ovid, The Metamorphoses, Book XV (translated by Allen Mandelbaum)
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