Poetry

It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.

-                     William Carlos Williams

Asphodel, That Greeny Flower

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The Wanderer Returned

Inside myself I should find the absent ones,

that smell from the lumberyard;

perhaps the wheat that rippled on the slopes

still goes on growing, but only within me,

and it’s in myself that I must travel to find that woman

the rain bore off, and there is no other way.

Nothing can last in any other way.

- Pablo Neruda

“The Wanderer Returned”