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Cool Gardens Poem Listing

  • Prenatal Familiarities
  • From Words To Portraits
  • Mer
  • Businessman vs. Homeless
  • A Metaphor?
  • Duty Free Fear
  • Day Or Night
  • Matter
  • The Count
  • Wet Flower
  • Mercury
  • City Of Blinds
  • Compassion
  • Brain Waves
  • Compliment
  • Rain
  • Subatomic Music
  • Days Inn
  • Partial Moons
  • Soil
  • The Void
  • Sun Bear
  • Kevorkian Patient's Plee
  • I Don't Want To Shower
  • Desystemization
  • Mix
  • Information
  • Silence
  • Tars
  • Nil
  • Reality The Beautiful
  • Jeffrey, Are You Listening?
  • Freezing
  • Pen
  • Fermented Husbands
  • Artco.
  • Indentured Servitude
  • Dawn
  • Conquer?
  • Circus Tiger
  • Friik
  • PsychiatryPsychiatry
  • Orange Light
  • Words Of A Madman
  • My Words
  • Misunderstood Rose
  • Defeatism
  • Children
  • Prop. 192
  • Child's Man
  • I Am My Woman
  • Overload
  • Time For Bed
  • Am
  • Identity
  • Permanently Plucked
  • Shine
  • Now
  • Self Elimination
  • New Ear
  • Dr. Trance
  • Puzzle
  • Death
  • A Mess
  • Felix The Cat
  • Revolution
  • A Letter To Congress
  • Data
  • Minute Horizons
  • Art
  • Primrose
  • Touche'
  • Life Savers
  • Nations
  • One Word
  • Lighter
  • Addiction
  • 12 Lives
  • House Of Flies
  • Cat Naps
  • Culture
  • NYC
  • I Am Ready
  • Her Eye
  • Edge Of A Sink
  • I'm Erica
  • First Entry
  • Flux

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    In strict science, all persons underlie the same condition of an infinite remoteness. Shall we fear to cool our love by mining for the metaphysical foundation of this elysian temple? Shall I not be as real as the things I see? If I am, I shall not fear to know them for what they are.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
    She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
    But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
    William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

    The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?
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