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MY DAILY WALK HOME ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

My daily walk home… There is a river on my right fast flowing deep and dark water these leaves being dragged along twirling, what a curious sight High up a blackness of one cloud when I am starting to talk to you and even though you are not here mist forms a cover like a shroud A few strange birds glide in the sky the variation of trees just in front suddently a squirrel running across and the grass covered by a grey dye Now there it is again,...

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TOLKIEN ~ REMEMBERING PAST SEASONS

I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see For still there are so many things That I have never seen In every wood in every spring There is a...

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ IN THE EVENING

IN THE EVENING  BY ANNA AKHMATOVA The garden rang with music Of inexpressible despair. A dish of oysters spread on ice Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. He told me: “I’m a faithful friend!”- And lightly touched my dress. How different from embraces The touch of those two hands. That’s how one strokes a cat or bird Or looks at slender lady riders… Just laughter in his quiet eyes, Beneath his light gold lashes. And the despondent voices of the violins Sing out beyond the hanging smoke: “Give...

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AKOSAH KWADWO ~ THE HEART IS NOT YET SWEET

And then we added the colors in the rain The hundred pins in the skeletons of dust In the dawn and evening Of the wedding of mourning In the earth of the harsh country But if the sun falls Within you in the years And the heart is not yet sweet Let no one touch it In the how many years of the sun… Akosah Kwadwo 2012 Painting is A Summer Night, 1890 by Winslow Homer

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A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

For sure you must have a soul Somewhere there buried inside With strong metal welded shut tide You play your mister perfect role But things are not as they always seem Fragile are the walls that you keep up And if I could peak through the cracks Its all just compromises into extreme Why don’t you show your true face now For once lower the wooden painted mask I beg you to show me your teardrops All I get is a lonely sounding sough I admit when you do...

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EMILY DICKINSON ~ HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, … And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. Emily Dickinson ~ Hope George Frederick Watts ~ Hope

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FEELING OF IMMORTALITY ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

FEELING OF IMMORTALITY Please stop, I need silence inside Be quiet, there is so much noise No longer is it possible to live Words are floating away from me Dragged along with the ocean tide My body and soul are kept in piece While walking along this seashore Feelings are drawn away from me Picked up by the unpredictable tide Gone forever dragged into the deep New waves keep arriving onshore The water looks so tender and soft But at the same time so very cruel I am much...

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JULIO CORTAZAR ~ THE FUTURE/EL FUTURO

The Future And I know full well you won’t be there. You won’t be in the street, in the hum that buzzes from the arc lamps at night, nor in the gesture of selecting from the menu, nor in the smile that lightens people packed into the subway, nor in the borrowed books, nor in the see-you-tomorrow. You won’t be in my dreams, in my words’ first destination, nor will you be in a telephone number or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse. I’ll...

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JULIO CORTAZAR ~ THE BRIEF LOVE/EL BREVE AMOR

THE BRIEF LOVE How smoothly and how sweetly she lifts me from the bed where I was dreaming of profound and fragrant fields, she runs her fingers over my skin and sketches me in space, suspended, until the kiss alights curved and recurrent a slow flame kindling the rhythmic dance of the bonfire weaving us together in flashes, in spirals, going and coming in a storm of smoke… (So why is what’s left of me, afterwards, just a sinking into ashes without a goodbye, with nothing more than a...

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LAST FIRE ~ POEM BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

Love,through your spirit and mine what summer eve Now glows with glory of all things possess’d, Since this day’s sun of rapture filled the west And the light sweetened as the fire took leave? Awhile now softlier let your bosom heave, As in Love’s harbour, even that loving breast, All care takes refuge while we sink to rest, And mutual dreams the bygone bliss retrieve. Many the days that Winter keeps in store, Sunless throughout, or whose brief sun-glimpses Scarce shed the heaped snow through the naked trees, This...

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