By Maria Popova
I spent the summer I am using a beautiful biologist – an Italian writer of older people who make up two building poets where their worlds are involved where their land is a touch of meaning. Each week I will be given two unrelated words and supplemented work for the poem.
Summer ends. The Worlds are tend to each other, separate, continue the circuit, converted. This is only the final way of binomial – “dust” and “life” – wrote to me, read here for a living poem of a willing cave.
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Ode on a beautiful pen
by Maria PopovaOver and above
We borrow a letter of love
From a library library may
and then ask about
All,
only to find its pages
empty and cry,
It moves us
To continue writing the story
As it continues to change,
continues to read it
Back to us –
An Endless Translation
In another language,
not completed and not bad,
Written in the dust
between endpapers
marble for life.
Then, “forgiveness.”
