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What thou lovest well remains, / the rest is dross / What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee / What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage -- Ezra Pound, Canto LXXXI
All the choir of stars and panoply of heaven / Gaze down on our pygmy web. - from The Universe Looks Down, Chris Wallace-Crabbe
B. 1926 D. 2021
...You no longer /Want to seem what you are, but something /Harmless and familiar: in a landscape/Given to greenness and the cold pastels /Of stubble and field stone... David Wagoner from 'The Principles of Concealment.'
These hands have Moulded monuments, created crafts, healed hearts. Khosi Xaba, from 'These Hands'
Poetry so unsettling, describing worlds so troubling and lonely, is seldom as funny, clever, and downright charming as Jane Yeh's. - Aingeal Clare
B. 1865 D. 1939
For everything that's lovely is / But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. 'Never Give All the Heart', W. B. Yeats
I defy anyone to listen to a performance of his poetry and not come away uplifted - Poetry Review