Performancing Metrics

stuff your eyes with wonder
Yo no miro adonde miras:
yo te estoy viendo mirar.

Pedro Salinas - La voz a tí debida (fragmento)
Maybe we exist as language and when someone dies
they are unworded

Bob Hicok, from “So I Know” (via growing-orbits)
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

William Wordsworth - Personal Talk (fragment)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost

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