POETRY

I GET TO KNOW ME. I DO NOT EXIST: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa

I GET TO KNOW ME. NOT EXIST “I start to know me. I do not exist. I am the gap between what I want to be and others have done me, Or half of this range, because there is also life … I am so, so … Turn off the light, close the door and sure to have slippers noises …

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Poetry, from “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2

“When you you will not be part of me, I want to cut out of your memory many small stars. Then it, the sky will be so beautiful, that all the world will fall in love of the night.” (William Shakespeare)

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I SIT AT MY DESK: Love Poem, by Kennet Rexroth

I SIT AT MY DESK “I sit at my desk. What can I write to you? Sick with love, I long to see you in the flesh. I can only write, “I love you. I love you. I love you. “ Love cuts through my heart And tears my vitals. Spasms of longing suffocate me And will not stop.” (Kennet …

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UNITED COLOURS OF WISDOM – Inside the eddies of life, discovering the shape of passion, without moving the grass

HARMONY – A. Blok: Telling those who did not live, play fake and tragic harm. Discover a harmony, in discordant reel being. LOSS – Hakim Sanai: Why did you lose to think about the shape of what is? Why sighs of passion, for what is not? Of these two things, make it one, and swallowed it like honey. Then, netted …

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ARUNDHATHI SUBRAMANIAM, BREATH: Contemporary Indian Poetry

BREATH “Breath stranger, ancestor, friend that does not leave you anything but that, a brand of air on the skin. Advises that nothing there is respectable, in a set of family, when the doors of the cabinet are closed. Advises that this land wild and naked desire, is simply, or not so simply, body. “ (Arundhathi Subramanian)

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SLEEPING WITH ONE EYE OPEN: Mark Strand, Keeping things whole

KEEPING THINGS WHOLE “In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. The move to keep things whole. “ (Mark …

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UNITED COLOURS OF SMILE – Hanging on a Rope, float in the divine, in the madness and joy

FLOAT – A. Gérecz: In your smile floated the moon, and I wanted to climb. Your smile was only human, and I pick it up I curled in. THREE REALITY – Ramayana: There are three things real, and they are God, human folly and laughter. Since the first two beyond our understanding, we must do what we can with the …

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YASUTA KEMARI, POEMS: In the fields of June, at the port of dreams

“In nostalgic fields I was standing these things made who were from distances received large.”       “June wheel wet the pickup truck stopped at lights it is attached to the future.”       “At the port of heaven the harbor water the port of the wind the port of dreams run off the seeds.” (Yasuta Kemari)

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Poems, by Ferreira Gullar

MADRUGADA “Do fundo do meu fourth, do not least of My Body clandestine ouço (não vejo) ouço no bone will grow and no músculo da noite a noite, a noite ocidental obscenamente acesa sobre meu país dividido em classes. “ SUNRISE “From the bottom of my room, from the bottom of my body clandestine I hear (not see) feel grow …

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ALEXANDRU CEFAN, THE DARK, POETRY: Close your eyes, looking for the depth of the dark

          THE DARK “I closed my eyes to rediscover the deep darkness, hiding always at the same time. It looks like a morning lost inside my confused soul.” (Alexandru Cefan)

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