"Poor and without stars, I am.
In blue shadows, by memory
I understand; not every flower opens." - Dorothy Doyle Mienko, closing lines to “While Pondering the Iris of His Eyes,” Tryst (no. 16, June 2006)
In blue shadows, by memory
I understand; not every flower opens." - Dorothy Doyle Mienko, closing lines to “While Pondering the Iris of His Eyes,” Tryst (no. 16, June 2006)
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"—I have drunk fresh, cold little trickles of silence." - Federico García Lorca, excerpt of Meditations and Allegories on Water (tr. by Christopher Maurer)
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