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Literary links linger'd over by a poet....

Friday, November 01, 2002
Listen more often to things than to beings

"Those who have died have never never left.
The dead are not under the earth.
They are in the rustling trees.
They are in the groaning woods.
They are in the crying grass.
They are in the moaning rocks
The dead are not under the earth."


--"
Breaths", by Birago Diop (of Senegal), recorded by Sweet Honey in the Rock.


posted by Celia Friday, November 01, 2002
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Wednesday, October 30, 2002
The skies they were ashen & sober;
The leaves they were crisped & sere--
The leaves they were withering & sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.

--- Edgar Allan Poe, Ulalume


posted by Celia Wednesday, October 30, 2002
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"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
--Paul Valery


posted by Celia Wednesday, October 30, 2002
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