{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}
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En el laberinto de la vida
En el laberinto de la vida,me pierdo entre las sombras de la incertidumbre,buscando un camino hacia la verdad,hacia la luz que ilumina mi ser.
En cada esquina del camino,encuentro las huellas de mi pasado,las cicatrices de mis errores,las lecciones aprendidas en el dolor.
Pero también encuentro la esperanza,la fuerza que me impulsa a seguir adelante,el amor que me sostiene en la adversidad,la…
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Naomi Shihab Nye, Transfer; "Morning Birds"
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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”
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This morning is drunk with spring sun,
And on the terrace the smell of roses is louder...
Anna Akhmatova, from “This morning is drunk with spring sun” (excerpt from “Deception”, in Evening), The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Expanded Edition, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer
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Muriel Rukeyser, “Waking This Morning”
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Going through the motions
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Take my hand like you mean it because I'm not here playing games,
And let's go somewhere far away where no one knows our names.
It matters not of where we are as long as you're infront of my eyes,
Because even in hell you can give me the experience of a paradise.
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Elizabeth Bishop, from The Selected Poems of Elizabeth Bishop; "Twelfth Morning,"
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Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "Before Morning in Perugia"
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Have I loved enough? Have I considered right action enough, have I come to any conclusion? Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude? Have I endured loneliness with grace? Say this, or perhaps I'm just thinking it. Actually, probably think too much. Then I step out into the garden, where the gardener, who is said to be a simple man, is tending his children, the roses.
Mary Oliver, from The Gardener in "A Thousand Mornings"
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NaPoWriMo #5: A poem inspired by a specific public-domain nature book
In this case, the section about the infinite variety of microorganisms.
Song of the Microorganisms
Praise the Lord, all you single-celled creatures!
You bacteria and algae
You diatoms and fungi
Praise Him who brings you sun and sugars to feast upon
Who makes waters and thermal vents for your homes
He whose majesty is infinite
Crafts and cares for creatures infinitely small
Ever-generating life, the unseen throng
Praise Him in endless, invisible song
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Please just stay a little longer with me under the blankets.
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