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Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor, ...
a quel titolo e all'immagine di quella palma ci ritorno spesso
— Oct 30, 2022 02:22AM
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor, ...
a quel titolo e all'immagine di quella palma ci ritorno spesso
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The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm.
THE HOUSE WAS QUIET AND THE WORLD WAS CALM
— Jan 06, 2023 04:00AM
Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm.
THE HOUSE WAS QUIET AND THE WORLD WAS CALM
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Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.
THE IDEA OF ORDER AT KEY WEST
— Dec 24, 2022 02:20AM
Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.
THE IDEA OF ORDER AT KEY WEST
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Even if there had been a crescent moon On every cloud-tip over the heavens, Drenching the evening with crystals’ light,
One would have wanted more—more—more— Some true interior to which to return, A home against one’s self, a darkness,
An ease in which to live a moment’s life, The moment of life’s love and fortune, Free from everything else, free above all from thought.
Two letters
— Dec 18, 2022 01:51AM
One would have wanted more—more—more— Some true interior to which to return, A home against one’s self, a darkness,
An ease in which to live a moment’s life, The moment of life’s love and fortune, Free from everything else, free above all from thought.
Two letters
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We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Sunday morning
— Nov 25, 2022 11:21PM
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Sunday morning
