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EftertænksomDave Bonta

Contemplation

seeing without breaking I practice for nothing more than the present like a sea fallen quiet with the settling of other lives
EftertænksomDave Bonta

Poetic fallacy

My office: wit. I chant, I talk of the weight of age and where I err is the present.
MunterJohn Gould Fletcher

Irradiations XXXI

My stiff-spread arms Break into sudden gesture; My feet seize upon the rhythm; My hands drag it upwards: Thus I create the dance. I drink of the red bowl of the sunlight: I swim through seas of rain: I dig my toes into earth: I taste the smack of the wind: I am myself: I live. The temples of the gods are forgotten or in ruins: Professors are still arguing about the past and the future: I am sick of reading marginal notes on life, I am weary of following false banners: I desire nothing more intensely or completely than this present;
RomantiskD. H. Lawrence

Roses on the Breakfast Table

Just a few of the roses we gathered from the Isar Are fallen, and their mauve-red petals on the cloth Float like boats on a river, while other Roses are ready to fall, reluctant and loth. She laughs at me across the table, saying I am beautiful. I look at the rumpled young roses And suddenly realise, in them as in me, How lovely the present is that this day discloses.