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A Song On The End of the World ~ Czeslaw Milosz

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

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To Posterity ~ Bertolt Brecht

1. Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. He who laughs Has not yet heard The terrible tidings. Ah, what an age it is When to speak

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Earth ~ David Walcott

Let the day grow on you upward through your feet, the vegetal knuckles, to your knees of stone, until by evening you are a black tree; feel, with evening, the swifts thicken your hair, the new moon rising out of

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Sometimes ~ Mary Oliver

1. Something came up out of the dark. It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It wasn’t an animal or a flower, unless it was both. Something came up out of the water, a head the size of a

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The Way It Is ~ William Stafford

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold

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Happiness ~ Jorge Luis Borges

(Art by Michael Divine) HAPPINESS Whoever embraces a woman is Adam. The woman is Eve. Everything happens for the first time. I saw something white in the sky. They tell me it is the moon, but what can I do

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It All Matters ~ Laura McBride

It all matters… That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story

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