“We were never singing the same song, never in tune, never on the same chorus, but it didn’t matter because we were lovebirds, not songbirds.”— The Poetry Bandit
“It does not matter if I lie in bed on my side, on my back, or on my chest, but it’s always in darkness without you breathing next to me.”— Jon Lupin
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ONWARD - (1) Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road” {1856} // (2) // (3) // (4) “Bright Dead Things”, Ada Limón {2015 } // (5) Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry // (6) // (7) R. Todd, 1925
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And the Days Are Not Full Enough
by Ezra Pound
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
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