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I am not a person to say the words out loud
I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page:
know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other
than my tongue
the quiet love
the silent rage
Maybe it would be better
to let out a gentle sigh
at the transience of the world
and carry on.
There are moments when,
whatever the posture of the body,
the soul is on its knees.
— Victor Hugo, from Les Miserables, Chapter IV. A Heart beneath a Stone
When I tell you how bad it is,
how hard I’ve worked at something,
how much I’ve been through,
there is only one phrase I want to hear.
‘That’s enough. You can stop now.’
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time.
You push yourself to the edge
until you become the edge and teeter on yourself–
but there is no edge,
only new modes of consciousness swimming into one another.
~ Jim Harrison, from “A Natural History of Some Poems,” Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction
Rest Wolodja, rest.
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