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"AFTER PARADISE
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Don’t run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
For a man and a woman. For one plant divided
Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other.
Yes, this is my gift to you. Above ashes
On a bitter, bitter earth. Above the subterranean
Echo of clamorings and vows. So that now at dawn
You must be attentive: the tilt of a head,
A hand with a comb, two faces in a mirror
Are only forever once, even if unremembered,
So that you watch what it is, though it fades away,
And are grateful every moment for your being.
Let that little park with greenish marble busts
In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle,
Remain as it was when you opened the gate.
And the street of tall peeling porticos
Which this love of yours suddenly transformed."

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Czeslaw Milosz

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"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered."

— Nelson Mandela

If We Must Die

By Claude McKay

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
"The leaves fall, lives fall, every little while
you can count with stirring love on a new loss
& an emptier place."

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John Berryman

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Ed Ruscha  (2009)
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The Townley Discobolus / British Museum

We have not long to love

by Tennessee Williams

We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day….

loverofbeauty:

James Chororos
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Japanese star map   (1677)
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Lukas Preuß by Joseph Wolfgang Ohlert
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Martin Jarrie
Agathe de Bailliencourt, Couleur du temps 9, 2014. Acrylic painting on raw linen canvas, 140 x 170 cm. Photo: Art Plural Gallery.
Agathe de Bailliencourt, Couleur du temps 9, 2014. Acrylic painting on raw linen canvas, 140 x 170 cm. Photo: Courtesy of Art Plural Gallery.More Information: http://artdaily.com/news/72523/Solo-exhibition-of-French-Berlin-based-artist-Agathe-de-Bailliencourt-opens-at-Art-Plural-Gallery#.VAQzYUgRZ-g[/url]Copyright © artdaily.org
Agathe de Bailliencourt, Couleur du temps 9, 2014. Acrylic painting on raw linen canvas, 140 x 170 cm. Photo: Courtesy of Art Plural Gallery.More Information: http://artdaily.com/news/72523/Solo-exhibition-of-French-Berlin-based-artist-Agathe-de-Bailliencourt-opens-at-Art-Plural-Gallery#.VAQzYUgRZ-g[/url]Copyright © artdaily.org

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