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Violence means violence

Violence means violence and that
Has a dangerous precedence.

Violence can not counter violence
Without the equipment of non-violence
That has a appearance in the
inner heart of soulfence.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The poet: A blood donor at the hospital of words.

classic aphorism by Lucian Blaga from The Élan of the Island (1977), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Love Vs. Hate

As I lie in the bed,
In the misty redness of hate, lonesome pain, and misery invaded my happy home
And turned it into a dark icky cave...
The word Hate is in my heart,
And soul but somewhere deep within in my mind was love that over ruled the power between hate itself.

poem by Tamia Wells
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Peter Quince at the Clavier

I.
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
Waked in the elders by Susanna;

Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt

The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.

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poem by Wallace Stevens
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In A Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or a winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

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poem by Theodore Roethke
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