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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
a poem is a personal, individual experience.
Ray Oldenburg • Celebrating the Third Place: Inspiring Stories About the Great Good Places at the Heart of Our Communities
The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The Black mother within each of us — the poet — whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.
Cheryl Clarke • Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (Crossing Press Feminist Series)
Though I Have Never Been to Ostia, I Have Seen the Place Where Our Dreams Died | Momtaza Mehri | Granta
Momtaza Mehrigranta.com
“What wounds you most,” writes Darwish, “is that ‘there’ is so close to ‘here.’