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Warren Falcon :
You, dear, will read of my heterosexual shadow a great lover who serenades her in the terrible contradiction of the moon caught in bare tree limbs/strophes just outside Her window the fool below in rouge head hung, singing O hurt heart's tin can tied to belt loop behind of his ragged pants pants waits to be filled with whatever flows in the dirty lane he leans his love against
[from ''And The Daylight Separated The Mad Boy From His Shadow' - Cancion For Garcia Lorca']
Sayeed Abubakar :
There is no Jesus more who will absorb all your sins in his cross. There is no Gautama more who will play the flute of wisdom sitting under the shade of the Bodhi Tree. There is no Krishna more who will pour down a cloud of love into the thirsty eyes of Radha. There is no Mohammad more who will save you from the clutch of the hungry Fire. Save a love-lorn poet, there is no savior more.
[Taken from the poem 'The Savior' belonging to ''Bongate Basati' (a collection of Bengali poems)]
Thomas Hardy :
"I can make you happy," said he to the back of her head, across the bush. "You shall have a piano in a year or two—farmers' wives are getting to have pianos now—and I'll practice up the flute right well to play with you in the evenings." "Yes; I should like that." "And have one of those little ten-pound gigs for market—and nice flowers, and birds—cocks and hens I mean, because they can be useful," continued Gabriel, feeling balanced between poetry and practicality. "I should like it very much." "And a frame for cucumbers—like a gentleman and lady." "Yes." "And when the wedding was over, we'd have it put in the newspaper lists of marriages." "Dearly I should like that!"
[Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Far from the Madding Crowd, ch. IV (1874). Gabriel Oak proposes to Bathsheba Everdene.]
Amelia Gray :
“[Olive’s] left foot was bleeding through a wide swath of bandages onto the tarp it was resting on. The bowl next to her was full of blood. Olive looked a little pale. “I don’t think I should move,” she said. “What are you doing?” Roger shut the door behind him and stood with his back to it. “I decided I might try to eat my toes,” Olive said, closing her eyes. “But now that I’ve started, I don’t think I should move.” Roger pushed himself off the wall and knelt down next to her. He unbuckled her silver belt and reached with it under her dress. He looped the belt around the top of her leg and tightened it. His hands were not shaking. “Sit on the loose end,” he said, pushing it under her. “I hope that works.” “You brought flowers,” she said, blinking. “Olive,” he said. “You cut off your toes.” She looked down at the bowl. “Are they still toes?” she asked.”
[Amelia Gray, Museum of the Weird]
Seema Chowdhury :
3) Thoughts and insights about Mindfulness By Seema Chowdhury 1. Mindfulness is a precious gift and we must embrace it with open arms. It means to be present in the moment, acknowledge our being, accept the reality and commit to the responsibilities of life. 2. It's quite interesting because it teaches us to be aware of our self, our existence, our environment, what we are doing and what is happening around us. So we can be more creative and work effectively and efficiently. 3. Most of the time, we just follow the routine and do things without realizing or feeling in that particular moment. For us, it is just an act and we are programmed to do them in that sequence over and over again, in an endless loop, till we do something to alter or disrupt the process. 4. To be aware of our existence means we can start feeling, seeing, listening and observing more. We can start enjoying things that are present and start realizing what we are doing and the logical explanation of ‘why', for what reason or purpose. 5. Mindfulness teaches us to balance our life and compensate where and what we are lacking in, so we can focus more in life. It is good for our heart, mind, body, and soul and it increases the flow of positive energy around us. 6. We can start improving when we realize that we need to do, learn and challenge ourselves more, only then growth will come and we will be able to become a better person and an improved version of ourselves
Winthrop Mackworth Praed :
Good-night to the Season!—the dances, The fillings of hot little rooms, The glancings of rapturous glances, The fancyings of fancy costumes; The pleasures which Fashion makes duties, The praisings of fiddles and flutes, The luxury of looking at beauties, The tedium of talking to mutes;
[Winthrop Mackworth Praed (1802-1839), British poet. Goodnight to the Season! (L. 37-44). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.]
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William Shakespeare :
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Burned on the water. The poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Enobarbus, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 2, l. 198-204 (1623). Describing Cleopatra's arrival at her first meeting with Antony. As for its occupant, "For her own person,/It beggared all description." T.S. Eliot wrote a pastiche of this passage in The Waste Land, "A Game of Chess."]
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Denise Levertov :
Gold light in blind love does not distinguish one surface from another, the savor is the same to its tongue, the fluted cylinder of a new ashcan a dazzling silver, the smooth flesh of screaming children a quietness, it is all a jubilance....
[Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Six Variations."]
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John Lyly :
Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed, Though now she's turned into a reed; From that dear reed Pan's pipe does come, A pipe that strikes Apollo dumb; Nor flute, nor lute, nor gittern can So chant it, as the pipe of Pan;
[John Lyly (1553-1606), British poet. Midas. . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.]
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Oscar Wilde :
It is sweet to dance to violins When Love and Life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!
[Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. repr. In Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, ed. J.B. Foreman (1966). The Ballad of Reading Gaol, pt. 2, st. 9 (1898).]
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