Edita @Edita_metaphor

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9 months ago

Flocks of memories fly off to return unrecognized. Reality is undergoing another rehearsal. — Richard Jackson, from "Like Cemetery Blues," Broken Horizons (Press 52, 2018)

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9 months ago

How blind the stars were, how blind the moon to hope anything would remain. — Richard Jackson, from "The Dreams," Half Lives: Petrarchan Poems (Autumn House Press, 2004)

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this is the way, this true example, this beggar’s life, the heart’s debris scattered about, this is the way I follow your name, follow your image, never to touch what is real, though my hope, like his, endures. — Richard Jackson, from "The Pilgrim," Half Lives: Petrarchan Poems

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Did God burden man more than he could bear? — Samih Al-Qasim, from "Palestine First," All Faces but Mine (Syracuse University Press, 2015)

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Night travel may take long In the waste of years, And the wilderness may be short. [...] So remember me As much as memories desire. — Samih Al-Qasim, from "A Letter from Tawfiq Zayyad," All Faces but Mine (Syracuse University Press, 2015)

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Was it necessary to have All this beastly terror, Flooding like the moon, All this lunar silence? Was it necessary For us to turn backwards To all these centuries? — Samih Al-Qasim, from "Was It Necessary?," All Faces but Mine (Syracuse University Press, 2015)

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The poem can survive in the kingdom of snows — Chus Pato, from Charenton (Shearsman Books, 2007)

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The wind won't leave me alone. The ghosts of your touch on my soul. The moon a cello. There were never any stars. Only our lost loves are real. — Richard Jackson, from "Day and Night," Resonance (Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)

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I have hinted before many times that this sadness—set loose and carried on the desert wind— reached our inner core and we became its prisoners when we grew accustomed to it. — Tayseer Al-Sboul, from Desert Sorrows: Poems by Tayseer al-Sboul (Michigan State University Press, 201