Tag Archives: Poetry

2021 Graphic Journal #26: July 28- July 30

Posted on July 31, 2021 by randomyriad

Infinite Motion Toward Zero

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Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Posted on July 24, 2021 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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Notes From the Shadows #1

Posted on May 8, 2021 by randomyriad

“I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.” David Lynch “The trouble with the world is it’s three drinks behind.” Rick from “Casablanca” “Upon this gifted age, in its … Continue reading →

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Chiaroscuro Visions

Posted on October 2, 2020 by randomyriad

The Uses of Sorrow  (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #8

Posted on September 28, 2020 by randomyriad

The Teller of Tales  When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin … Continue reading →

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