Author: dig

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Before you go further,

let me tell you what a poem brings,

first, you must know the secret, there is no poem

to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,

yes, it is that easy, a poem

Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings, Juan Felipe Herrera

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Invoked every sundown, it’s you, painted on clouds

rouging our treasured plain and all who walk it,

[…]

I give you gratitude for time past, time present, time future.

To His Mother, Whose Name Was Maria, Attilio Bertolucci

Translated By Cyrus Cassells

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Étoile (TV series). 2025.

Opéra Comique. Salle Favart.

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As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,

We would try to imagine them, try to find each other,

To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile

Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,

Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means

To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,

To let go the means, to wake.

Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars), Muriel Rukeyser

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Don’t pull the trigger, squeeze it—

squeeze between heartbeats.   

Look down the sights. Don’t   

hold your breath. Don’t hold   

anything, just stop breathing.

Level the scene with your eyes. Listen.

Soft, now: squeeze.

[…]

no wind

can hold me   let me   let me

go   i can see   yes

o aperture o light   let me   off

go off   straight is my verb   straight   

my glory road   yes   now i can   feel

it the light i am flame

Meditation at Fifty Yards, Moving Target, Rita Dove