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~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading
~ I cannot I will not I do not read others… Lest, one day They may come And grift me, My brothers, By saying I’ve copied, Lifted or stole Ideas from them, From poems I had read. But… I have to look! Sometimes I look. Oft times […] Continue reading
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