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E. E. Cummings

John Cowper Powys

My subject's still the wind still difficult to present being invisible — A. R. Ammons

Jan Mankes, 𝘒𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘣, 1915.

Hanns Heinz Ewers on Edgar Allan Poe

Jules Laforgue (translated by Patricia Terry)

Eugenio Montale (translated by Irma Brandeis)

There is no end and never was a beginning — so here we are — amidst. — Cid Corman

J. S. Bach - Ich ruf zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ, BWV 639 open.spotify.com/track/2X2kviHQ…

Edwin Arlington Robinson (Rembrandt to Rembrandt)

Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam; Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know: Draw in your head and sleep the long way home. — Hart Crane

Jan van Tongeren, 𝘈 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 1970.

Philip Bourke Marston

You won't mind the facts that he thinks all poetry the secretion of a diseased brain, and that the only reason he doesn't think all brains (except his own) diseased is the circumstance that not all secrete poetry. — Ambrose Bierce (letter to George Sterling, June 14, 1904)

Albert Ayler - Angels open.spotify.com/track/1x6n3NwA…

To strip ourselves of the imaginary royalty of the world. Absolute solitude. Then we possess the truth of the world. — Simone Weil

Geoffrey Hill

Willem Claesz. Heda, 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵, 1635.

Jean Lahor (translated by Jethro Bithell)

Franz Wright