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Reality barely when

needed — until that's

It. And then...

This: which is the

Exaction observed.

[thinkingthinking]

Lord Byron ,"Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte."

[podencos]

Raymond Carver

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[kenotype]

The decision to finally start During the middle And choose the beginning That was once Abandoned, absolutely: Now it is just Yours to follow to The end.

[thinkingthinking]

[funeral]

Paul Celan, Psalm

[louisegluck]

Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning.” [ID in alt text]

[aridante]

Mahmoud Darwish (trans. Mohammad Shaheen), Like a Hand Tattoo in an Ode by an Ancient Arab Poet

[realityisprodigy]

The life

Whence

He decided

Must be a life

Deciding.

[smokey-eyes-and-bright-ties]

In my despair, I remember there is life after death: there is life after death and I have no problem; but I ask: O, God, is there life before death?

-- Mourid Barghouti, Palestinian poet

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[thinkingthinking]

[local-deadpoet-deactivated20260]

from ulysses, by alfred, lord tennyson

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