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Poetry |
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Sara Smerdon. |
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| 'Contemplation is the way to knowledge; we contemplate the inert in order to oblige it to speak, to make it deliver up to us its ultimate truth. |
| The sacred, in the context of modern thought, is that which, to be formulated, requires a language whose secret our civilization has lost. This language can be mastered only by submitting our normal speech to distortion; it is the tongue of the hallucinated, of poetry, of metaphysical discourse.' |
| Adagio |
| Bridging the gap |
| Catching a glimpse |
| For Kathy |
| Honouring Madonna's child |
| Listen to our hearts |
| Markings in time |
| Nectar of thought |
| Not yet full moon |
| Past the fear |
| Petrified roots-Versteende wortels |
| Slipping behind |
| The message |
| The Breath of Life |
| The switch |
| The wind forlorn |
| Wind and Tree |
| I believe: An essay |
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