Poetry – Page 2 – Love the Dust

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I knew a man who always died, and had visions of his dyingMore

…meaning is like the flower, just as frail…More

What wonders and riddles we shall leave behind usMore

Both the hopeful and the hopeless riseMore

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. –T.S. EliotMore

curse God and die. –The Book of JobMore

The spirit is a stomach. –ZarathustraMore

The fly is wisdom, and messenger…and nuisanceMore

A wonder: lack of wonderMore

All the things that really inflame our passions are really unheard-of, impossible thingsMore

Sometimes I am just as shocked that anything means anything at allMore

empty heads need not ring hollowMore

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem. –Wallace StevensMore

The self is a repeatedly reconstructed biological state. –Antonio DamasioMore

So they went out quickly and fled from the tomb, for they trembled and were amazed. And they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.More