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    Favorite passages, quotes, poems

    Do you have book passages, quotes, poems that left their mark on you, speak to you, do you perhaps even use them as a mantra or orientation in life?
    Perhaps you just..like them?
    Well, I have tons and tons and I never seem to get enough and have the same curiosity drive me in the inquiry about yours as some women have for "what's in your handbag" pins. It's an obsession of mine almost.
    If you have bits of literature you'd like to share I bet some of us bookworms would love to read them.
    If possible, try to add the authors name or a book title for those who might be interested in reading more.
    Happy posting- and reading

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    Here's one of mine. I love Teasdale.

    The Crystal Gazer

    I shall gather myself into my self again,
    I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
    I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
    Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
    I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
    Watching the future come and the present go -
    And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
    In tiny self-importance to and fro.

    -Sara Teasdale

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    “And this tenderness was not like
    That which a certain poet
    At the beginning of the century called true
    And, for some reason, quiet. No, not at all?
    It rang out, like the first waterfall,
    It crunched like the crust of bluish ice
    And it prayed with a swanlike voice,
    And it broke down right before our eyes.”
    - Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems

    The Name Drawn from the Names
    By Juan Ramón Jiménez

    Translated By Robert Bly
    If I have created a world for you, in your place,
    god, you had to come to it confident,
    and you have come to it, to my refuge,
    because my whole world was nothing but my hope.

    I have been saving up my hope
    in language, in a spoken name, a written name;
    I had given a name to everything,
    and you have taken the place
    of all these names.

    Now I can hold back my movement
    inside the coal of my continual living and being,
    as the flame reins itself back inside the red coal,
    surrounded by air that is all blue fire;
    now I am my own sea that has been suddenly stopped somewhere,
    the sea I used to speak of, but not heavy,
    stiffened into waves of an awareness filled with light,
    and all of them moving upward, upward.

    All the names that I gave
    to the universe that I created again for you
    are now all turning into one name, into one
    god.

    The god who, in the end, is always
    the god created and recreated and recreated
    through grace and never through force.
    The God. The name drawn from the names.


    Rumored to be Living…

    An Urban Legend

    I have been holding my breath
    Since boyhood,
    Seated in the back row of every class.

    Pouting and turning blue,
    I waited, obstinately,
    Grade after grade,

    For the teacher or Hypoxia to reach me.

    Now, a lifetime later, and
    Left back all of those years,
    I still tip-toe around crowds,

    Skirt the outer umbra of hot spots,
    And live in an attic, like an urban legend,
    Always on the fringe, just within rumor.

    For, it is only in the negative spaces of photographs,
    Or an empty chair at gatherings, that I am even sensed, at all.


    12.28.07 John Tansey


    Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey

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    Dream Within a Dream has long been on of my favorites by Edgar Allen Poe.

    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow --
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand --
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep -- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

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    Omg yes!! love it!

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    "How can I be lost
    If I've got nowhere to go?
    Searched the seas of gold
    How come it's got so cold?
    How can I be lost
    In remembrance I relive
    How can I blame you
    When it's me I can't forgive?


    These days drift on inside a fog
    It's thick and suffocating
    This seeking life outside its hell
    Inside intoxicating
    He's run aground
    Like his life
    Water's much too shallow
    Slipping fast
    Down with the ship
    Fading in the shadows now
    A castaway

    They've
    All gone
    Away"

    - 2 parts from Metallica's The Unforgiven III

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    I write often about each person speaking his or her own voice, doing what is authentic to each of us. I see that heralded in this poem (1st stanza) and have loved it for several decades.


    As Kingfishers Catch Fire
    BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

    As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
    As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
    Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
    Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
    Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
    Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
    Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
    Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

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    Favorite passages, quotes, poems


    From "circle of friends"--this exchange is so me.


    From "saving sailor"--a book about a girl and her dog. It's exactly how I feel about dogs.

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    This oen is from "The Secret of Everything" by Barbara O'Neal, and it also very much sums up my feelings on dogs:
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    And then yet again, dogs (surprised?) (Also from "Saving Sailor")
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    I just randomly will find passages I like that stick out to me and will take pictures of them. It started with the Circle of Friends exchange about always wanting cakes.

    Not profound, I suppose, but they are pretty on par with me.

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    my bf still has to stifle a smirk when i put the unforgiven on, i do love it

    IThinkIcan this poem is new to me, thank you! I heard once Hopkins was also into visual arts.

    hers I love the idea of snapping pics of passages, something I'll wanna try too!

    “Perhaps your hunger to belong is always active and intense because you belonged so totally before you came here. This hunger to belong is the echo and reverberation of your invisible heritage. You are from somewhere else, where you were known, embraced and sheltered. This is also the secret root from which all longing grows. Something in you knows, perhaps remembers, that eternal belonging liberates longing into its surest and most potent creativity. This is why your longing is often wiser than your conventional sense of appropriateness, safety and truth... Your longing desires to take you towards the absolute realization of all the possibilities that sleep in the clay of your heart; it knows your eternal potential, and it will not rest until it is awakened.”
    - John O'Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

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