By Sri Chinmoy
Within, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
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- By Federico García LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la monta...
- By Emma HineI don’t realize I’m starved for the color until the blood washes up on the beach. I’m craving red but...
- By Federico García LorcaGreen I want you green green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Shadow on...
- By Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness, Not a leaf...
- By W. H. AudenLooking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifferenc...
- By Diane ThielWe've always been out looking for answers, telling stories about ourselves, searching for connection...
- By Norman FinkelsteinWelcome to the Immanent Foundation. Our headquarters are located in a large house on a hill above the...
- By T. S. EliotTwelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations...
- By Katie WillinghamDiagram of a diagram: if properly decoded, the first image which will appear is a circle. Or, go backwards...
- By Brenda ShaughnessyWhen we get to Andromeda, Cal, you’ll have the babyhood you deserved, all the groping at light sockets...
- By Philip Metresunless it’s made of stone. لاجورد Lāzhward migrating from Persia, smuggled from Farsi to Arabic & thrown like ...
- By Judy BrownAs the ship speeds up at Pluto, the earthlight sensors blow. Lights fade to pastel touches on your toffee...
- By Victoria Martinez & José OlivarezThe following poems and collages were created for Victoria Martinez’s solo show, Celestial House, at Loyola University...
- By Stuart Barnesturns to the moon as if it was the one and only satellite capable, tonight, of attending to grievances...
- By Alberto RíosWe plant seeds in the ground And dreams in the sky, Hoping that, someday, the roots of one Will meet...
- By Alan DuganI live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don’t I go outside...
- By Langston HughesHow thin and sharp is the moon tonight! How thin and sharp and ghostly white Is the slim curved crook...
