Poetry
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Poetry
Jack Kerouac, Mexico City Blues
You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.
So many are alive who don't seem to care.
Casual, easy, they move in the world
as though untouched.
But you take pleasure in the faces
of those who know they thirst.
You cherish those
who grip you for survival.
You are not dead yet, it's not too
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Jan Zwicky, SONGS FOR RELINQUISHING THE EARTH
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.