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A Poet’s Diary #29
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness. Bertrand Russell L, The promise of seeing each other again excites me to distraction. We must beware- such long dormant periods lead to the… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #28
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees. Victor Hugo Dearest Muse, I’m encouraged by our phone conversation to continue these letters as long as we… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #27
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T. S. Eliot Accept (of an offer or proposal) To answer in the affirmative (of a job or task) To agree to take… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #26
Each moment of a happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life. -Aphra Behn Please see me. I’ll take any time I can. I’ll remind you anytime you hint at feeling guilt that I love and… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #25
Fate leads him who follows it, and drags him who resist. -Plutarch L, I have agreed to help a friend move into a new apartment and now I find myself afraid to tell you how near I will be to… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #24
Wonder is the basis of worship. -Thomas Carlyle My dear Muse- I understand the source of your reticence. I have agonized over which parts of my soul are fair to reveal to you here, which parts to confess. My heart… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #23: Multisyllabic Academic
You are the department of big words and bigger beliefs.one-track minds led astray by allegory of history.the shadow of the core,The Meaning of the gesture, every thought a syllabus in your ancient church of woe.The flavor of exodus dust is… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #22: Hermeneutic Mistakes
L, I want to say yes, I always have. Our first meeting was recognition, a remembering, a reconnection. I thought we were meant to be together from that moment-destined. And that you would heed that soul-pull in our youth. And… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Diary #19: Higher than Heartache
L, Hands and hearts do betray that are left wanting. These many years you have only been a myth of the mind for my heart to look upon. Even now, the green light of reality I see in my sleep… Continue reading
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