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Daily Archives: April 2, 2004
What Dreams Remain: a balada
When I was young I sought to find the furthest reaches of the mind. Now at the edge of the abyss, I find it’s simple things I miss. There is no comfort in the mist that once I found hard … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, balada, childhood, dreams, expectations, illusions, poetic forms
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Not New, Not the World, and Not Order: an anagram exercise
I’d just as lief pretend to know, Like Aristotle, where to file each thing; But to seek more knowledge than I need On this subject is to pursue evil ends. For life arranges on its own The order in which … Continue reading
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Tagged anagram, daily poems, expectation, life, living, order, poetic forms, purpose
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