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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #2

Posted on November 27, 2018 by randomyriad

By Cesar Vallejo Translated by James Wright and Robert Bly

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #1

Posted on November 26, 2018 by randomyriad

By Federico Garcia Lorca Translated by Robert Bly

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In Spite of All the Hounds in Hell

Posted on November 18, 2018 by randomyriad

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to … Continue reading →

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Between the Lines Something Stirs Deeper

Posted on November 17, 2018 by randomyriad

The lives of plants [are] more stirring than a detective story. The musculature of the back in motion dances a ballet. This piece of fabric should be set to music and that jar of preserves is a poem of ingenuity…You … Continue reading →

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Tarot #78: Ruin, it’s not necessarily the end.

Posted on November 15, 2018 by randomyriad

“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” ― Rumi Even if destruction and tribulation rain down upon your life, hope remains with life. From the ruins, despair or determination or acceptance or all three can grow. As long … Continue reading →

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