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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let all those love, who never loved before. Let those who always loved, love all the more. —ancient Latin saying, translation by Michael R. Burch *** I swear to God by Mansur Hallaj translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I swear to God, the sun never rose nor set without Your love being mingled with my breath; nor have I ever confided in anyone except when communing with You. *** Excerpt from “Loneliness” by Rainer Maria Rilke translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Being alone and apart is like the rain ascending at evening from alien plains: from lonely plateaus, unseen and unsought, it climbs toward heaven, its sublime ancient home, and only, when fallen, pities the city. *** Dream Song of the Thunders Chippewa saying translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Sometimes I bemoan my “plight” when all the while the wind bears me across the immense sky. *** Sand Creek River author unknown translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch “They have hidden our hearts under a dark blanket. Beneath a newborn moon that died young, we once slept without fear. Then came a general of twenty years with blue eyes and the same-colored jacket. A general of twenty years, the son of a storm. Now a silver dollar lies at the bottom of Sand Creek. Our warriors were too far away, on the track of the bison, As that distant music became ever stronger. I closed my eyes three times, But opening them, found myself still there. I asked my grandfather if it was just a dream. My grandfather said, 'Yes, For sometimes the fish sing on the bottom of Sand Creek.' My dream became so strong the blood poured from my nose. Lightning in one ear, the other in paradise. Small tears, then larger and larger, welled As the white snow flourished with red stars. Now children lie sleeping in their Sand Creek bed. When the sun raised its head between the shoulders of the night, there were only dogs, smoke and toppled teepees. I shot an arrow into the sky to make it breathe. I shot an arrow into the wind to make it bleed. The third arrow rests at the bottom of Sand Creek. They have hidden our hearts under a dark blanket. Beneath a newborn moon that died young, we once slept without fear. Then came a general of twenty years with blue eyes and the same-colored jacket. A general of twenty years, the son of a storm. Now children lie sleeping at the bottom of Sand Creek.”
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