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Pasárgada


I hope you will enjoy this evocative poem by Manuel Bandeira.  Across the world voices rise in song but are lost in the cacophony of language and time.  It is a privilege to make some voices accessible to those who … Continue reading

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Two from Lewis Carroll


Lewis Carroll, one of my favorites for having invented the Mad Hatter and the Red Queen, not to mention the rabbit into whose hole she fell, has always fascinated me.   Jaberwocky is at the bottom. . . The Walrus … Continue reading

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Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Another poem by Frost.  More widely known but suggested by a reader.  Anything that can quell the fire of world violence on a Sunday evening is a welcome respite. – Carlos Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST … Continue reading

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Razor Wire


Razor Wire Barbed wire is made by twisting short, pointed segments of wire around a longer, coiled length of wire. Razor wire is made by die cutting pointed razors in an endless chain around a longer, coiled length of wire. … Continue reading

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ee cummings: i carry your heart with me


i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, … Continue reading

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Frost: The Road Not Taken


Simple poems of a time when I was younger, perhaps not as well known as they should be internationally. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could … Continue reading

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I Remember You (poem)


I Remember You I don’t remember when we met  – or where, but I remember you I don’t remember all the opening patter, but I remember you I remember your anticipatory banter, your veiled acknowledgement of hidden expectations.  Yes, I remember … Continue reading

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