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Who Am I, Without Exile?

© Mahmoud Darwish

A stranger on the riverbank, like the river ... water

binds me to your name. Nothing brings me back from my faraway

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

© Walt Whitman

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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Woodland Rain

© Bliss William Carman

SHINING, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o'er the plain!

Where My Books go

© William Butler Yeats

All the words that I utter,

And all the words that I write,

(homage Jacob van Hoddis)
The CIA and the KGB exchange Christmas cards
A blade snaps in two during an autopsy
The bouquet Bluebeard gave his first date reblooms
Many protest the public stoning of a guitar pick

"Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant"

© André Breton

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant

Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air

when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story

© Gwendolyn Brooks

—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,

And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—

What The Auld Fowk Are Thinkin

© George MacDonald

The bairns i' their beds, worn oot wi' nae wark,
Are sleepin, nor ever an eelid winkin;
The auld fowk lie still wi' their een starin stark,
An' the mirk pang-fou o' the things they are thinkin.

What loves, takes away

© Hugo Williams

If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze

has lost its matte patina, and shines, brassy,

Wandering Willie

© Sir Walter Scott

All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,
And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea;
O weary betide it! I wander'd beside it,
And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me.