When history sleeps, it speaks in dreams: on the
forehead of the sleeping people, the poem is a constellation of blood.
When history wakes, image becomes act, the poem happens:
poetry gets into action.
Deserve your dream.
— Octavio Paz
forehead of the sleeping people, the poem is a constellation of blood.
When history wakes, image becomes act, the poem happens:
poetry gets into action.
Deserve your dream.
— Octavio Paz
I have always wondered why they don't make adult-sized cradles.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I shouldn't admit that.
Ah... so THAT'S a porch swing.
ReplyDeleteIf the entire house is rockin', don't come a-knockin'
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