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The house of vision. by thejoneskid via http://bit.ly/1oaf1sq
rows by andy moe
Weaker and weaker, the sunlight falls
In the afternoon. The proud and the strong
Those that are left are the unaccomplished,
The finally human,
Natives of a dwindled sphere.
Their indigence is an indigence
That is an indigence of the light,
A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads.
Little by little, the poverty
Of autumnal space becomes
A look, a few words spoken.
Each person completely touches us
With what he is and as he is,
In the stale grandeur of annihilation.
—from ‘The Rock,’ in The Collected Poems (1955)
This is fantastic. I need to see more of the Pacific Coast.
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Feelin the love. by andyd0an via http://bit.ly/1pBk08M