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Absent Friendship by Octavio Paz (1914 - ) It is the awaited hour over the table falls interminably the lamps spread hair Night turns the window to immensity There is no one here presence without name surrounds me |
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Blue hills over the north wall by Li Po (AD 701 - 762) Blue hills over the north wall; White water swirling to the east of the city: A longe puff of thisledown on a thousand mile journey. Ah the drifting clouds and thoughts of wanderer! The setting sun and emotions of old friends. Awave of the hand now and you are gone. Our hores whinnied to each other at parting. |
To E.T.: 1917 by Walter De La Mare (1873 - 1956) You sleep too well - too far away, For sorrowing word soothe or wound; Your very quiet seems to say How longed-for peace you have found. Else, had not death so lured you on, You would have grieved - 'twixt joy and fear - To know how my small loving son Had wept for you, my dear. |
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Two friends by Norman Maccaig (1910 - ) The last word this one spoke was my name. The last word that one spole was my name. My two friends that last word they spoke to each other. I am pround to have given them a language of one word, a narrow space in which, without knowing it, they met each other at last. |
In the night by Stevie Smith (1902 - 1971) I longed for companionship rather,
But my companions I always wished farther. And now in the desolate night I think only of the people I should like to bite. |
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