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“I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.”
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds, to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam, magnetic transient whose death blooms and vanishes -- being, nothingness -- forever: broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You and I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
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but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.
I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight.”
-Andrea Gibson
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I also really like this meme! Let's see what poetry I have handy...
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by Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes -- being, nothingness -- forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You and I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.
--translated from the Spanish by Stephen Tapscott
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here's one of my favs (translated into English by me since I couldn't find any in the Web)
Rider
By Jerzy Liebert
I was running from You in panic,
I wanted to mislead, to cheat You -
But every day my stubborn knees
Left a trail in Heaven.
You caught up with me, Heavenly Rider,
You run over me, stepped on me.
I fell, beaten, tripped by grace,
Like smoke bend with wind.
I have no words to get up from underneath You,
My words are getting heavier
Do you have to lose your words
To get your soul back like the words?
Does one have to overcome oneself,
Trust oneself to Your words -
If that’s what it takes, trample me,
I’m just your soldier.
I know one thing and no other revelations
My eyes and ears need -
As I’ve made my choice,
I have to keep repeating it forever.
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