Shadow Dancing

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Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. from "The Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock by T.S. Eliot photo credit: Roy DeCarava, the sweet flypaper of life

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photo credit: Max Dupain (Australian, 1911-1992) Bawley Point landscape, 1938

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...I lie at heaven's high oriels,

art: Eduard Pechuël Loesche collage: shadowdancingpoetry

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Nothing in this place...

photo credit: Freepik - Magnific.com collage: shadowdancingpoetry

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'No Second Troy' by W.B. Yeats

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'A Girl's Mood' by Lizette Woodworth Reese.

Photo credit: Nina Leen -1949

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It's May again...

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Me From Myself - to banish

Me from myself - to banish Had I Art - Impregnable my Fortress Unto all Heart -

But since Myself - Assault Me How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness?

And since we're mutual Monarch How this be Except by abdication - Me - of Me?

by Emily Dickinson

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Walter King Stone (1875-1949)

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Release

With swift

Great sweep of her

Magnificent arm my pain

Clanged back the doors that shut my soul

From life.

by Adeliade Crapsey

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Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. - T.S. Eliot