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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “The poem begins again” Of all the poems of all the dreams I breathe all of you back into me And out again Like standing on wet sand With the salted sea washing over and underneath my bare mind, my bare feet Trying to drag me out again I watch the horizon sunlight drowning the winsome hope unseen it's a contradiction shimmering, like the horizon that straight hard line It never sinks. The poem begins again Candide Diderot. ‘25 “You’re the window of the ocean The breath of the wood With no waste away and no yesterday No bad and no good…” Elysian Fields “Do you know what a poem is, Esther?' No, what?' I would say. A piece of dust.' Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.' And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.” Sylvia Plath,"The Bell Jar" “I did not rush to be seen Floating in mother’s warm Dark Sea endlessly My resistance wore down On a Friday near noon Piercing the light Too soon, too soon … I met the world slowly, slowly Thought I was a stowaway Caressed me into being For nearly nothing Thought I was a stowaway Guess I was a stowaway… mostly not visible but to the air mostly not visible but to the air mostly not visible but to the air shadow of the living light” Elysian Fields
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