POETRY

BLOOD: Poetry, by Carmen Boullosa

BLOOD If it is the moon that governs the tides, what strange star controls the blood of our two different…

9 years ago

EVERY DAY YOU PLAY WITH THE LIGHT OF THE UNIVERSE: Poetry, by Pablo Neruda

JUEGAS TODOS LOS DIAS CON LA LUZ DEL UNIVERSO Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora,…

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SMELL OF RAIN: Poetry, by Rodolfo Alonso

SMELL OF RAIN The air door suddenly memories from oblivion, with horizon flavor, wet grass and absence. Diffuse color and…

9 years ago

IS YOU: Poetry by Paulo Coelho

IS YOU I push me beyond my limits, and I feel fully live my own life. In you I met…

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MY LOVE IS A RED ROSE – Poetry of Robert Burns

MY LOVE IS A RED ROSE   My love is a red red rose, bloomed in June, recently. My love…

9 years ago

FANTASY – Poetry, by John Keats

FANTASY Leave always wandering the fantasy, the pleasure is always elsewhere: and is dissolved, only to touch, sweet, as bubbles…

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HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD: Poetry, Native North Americans

HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD Hold onto what is good, although a handful of earth. Hold onto what you…

9 years ago

GULL: Poetry of Du Fu

GULL On the bank of the river gull sings in the cold, no other places, just to himself. It refuses,…

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ALL: Poetry of Wislawa Szymborska

ALL A word bold and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotes. He pretends not to miss anything,…

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IF – Poetry by Rudyard Kipling

IF If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if…

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