angels
all of them
have weary mouths
and bright souls without a seam
and a longing (as towards sin)
goes sometimes through
their dreams...
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- A MOOD OF QUIET BEAUTY - john ashbery
- WISHED LOST (excerpt) - sarah ruth jacobs
- SECOND FIG - edna st. vincent millay
- FIRST FIG - edna st. vincent millay
- HOW I LOVE YOUR EYES - fyodor tyuchev
- IRRATIONALITY - frederick neitzsche
- THOUSAND STARS - frederick nietzsche
- THERE WILL COME SOFT RAIN - sara teasdale
- KNOWLEDGE - andrei tarkovsky
- MY LIFE - henri michaux
- BUT THERE HAS TO BE MORE - arseny tarkovsky
- KEEPING THINGS WHOLE - mark strand
- ANGELS (excerpt) - rainer maria rilke
- A TOMB FOR ANATOLE (excerpt) - stephen marlame
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- be pleased then, you, the living, in your delightfully warmed bed, before lethe's ice-cold wave will lick your escaping feet...
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