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  1. Iridescent Love

    Iridescent Love

    Passion stirs
    a gossamer curtain
    falling in soft strokes
    from a painter's brush
    while the wind
    convalesces among the leaves
    only dashes of color

    Moved by lingering perfume
    which drifts upon
    golden weaves
    where voices speak
    in low sweet tones

    Soul quivers
    transcending
    through curling mist
    bespoke of silence
    shifting iridescence
    ...
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    My Poetry
  2. Dos Passos quote

    This is a Dos Passos quote that I got from a video about him in my class tonight

    Of all the things in the world, goverment is not worth fighting for.
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    Quotations
  3. You Ask me for Verses

    by , 11-20-2008 at 01:16 AM (Filtering sawdust...)
    You Ask me for Verses
    by Jose Rizal

    You bid me now to strike the lyre,
    That mute and torn so long has lain:
    And yet I cannot wake the strain,
    Nor will the Muse one note inspire!
    Coldly it shakes in accenta dire,
    As if my soul itself to wring,
    And when its sound seems but to fling
    A jest at its own low lament;
    So in sad isolation pent,
    My soul can neither feel nor sing.

    There was a time-ah, 't is too
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  4. The Song of the Traveller

    by , 11-20-2008 at 01:12 AM (Filtering sawdust...)
    The Song of the Traveller
    by Jose Rizal


    Like to a leaf that is fallen and withered,
    Tossed by the tempest from pole unto pole ;
    hus roams the pilgrim abroad without purpose,
    Roams without love, without country or soul.

    Following anxiously treacherous fortune,
    Fortune which e 'en as he grasps at it flees ;
    Vain though the hopes that his yearning is seeking,
    Yet does the pilgrim embark on the seas !

    Ever
    ...
  5. The Song of the Traveller

    by , 11-20-2008 at 01:09 AM (Filtering sawdust...)
    The Song of the Traveller
    by Jose Rizal


    Like to a leaf that is fallen and withered,
    Tossed by the tempest from pole unto pole ;
    hus roams the pilgrim abroad without purpose,
    Roams without love, without country or soul.

    Following anxiously treacherous fortune,
    Fortune which e 'en as he grasps at it flees ;
    Vain though the hopes that his yearning is seeking,
    Yet does the pilgrim embark on the seas !

    Ever
    ...
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