Carlos Drummond de Andrade/A time when you no longer can say: my love.

We could be different if only it was different and

by D. H. Lawrence /The first day to heave your feet little by little from

Ay, ay, ay, that the slave was my grandfather
is my sadness, is my sadness.

And yet you will weep and know why.

I am sick of the spirit of Lindbergh over everything, / Gerald Stern

By Shirin Sadeghi for Ceasefire Magazine Making my way through 26th street, just past 6th avenue […]

Poetry becomes always more popular because it provides the possibility to express feelings like happiness, love, sadness and pain by means of special words

— mirrors, photographs — with sheets, as Jews
do, though she’s not a Jew.

John Stuart Mill; Some will object, that a comparison cannot fairly be made between the government of the male sex and