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Upon Her Coming

Whoever speaks of a woman’s beauty has never reached everything that is.

A poet must not speak.

It is discernibly impossible to grasp a woman’s beauty and yet, for this very consecrated reason, a poet flutes the unfamiliar to take flight, to never cease from seeing nor clause what is perceived and contained in truth and being; his insignificance before her completing breath, her lips in a shape of a dream. 108 more words

Gerardt Gedardt

When Pablo Forgets His Neruda

For one thing, the quiddity of outpouring shows itself by the quiddity of willing: the fundamental happening of completing truth, an offspring interposed between senses and perceptions. 152 more words

Gerardt Gedardt

Nada Te Turbe

Nada te turbe;
nada te espante;
todo se pasa;
Dios no se muda,
la paciencia
todo lo alcanza.
Quien a Dios tiene,
nada le falta. 9 more words

Gerardt Gedardt