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There are many that I know and they know it. They are all
of them repeating and I hear it. I love it and I tell it. I love
it and now I will write it. This is now a history of my love
of it. I hear it and I love it and I write it. They repeat it.
They live it and I see it and I hear it. They live it and I hear
it and I see it and I love it and now and always I will write
it. There are many kinds of men and women and I know
it. They repeat it and I hear it and I love it. This is now a
history of the way they do it. This is now a history of the
way I love it.
Gertrude Stein,The Making of Americans,

Gertrude Stein
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Matsuo Bashō
Matsuo Bashō
Yoko Ono
Yoko Ono

Things that rain, and things that grow. They are all that hold my interest. (Until the things that rain have grown, and the things that grow have poured.) Things that grow, and things that rain. They are all that I desire. (Until the things that grow cease to grow, and the things that rain no longer rain a single drop.)

Takashi Hiraide
Bertolt Brecht
Bertolt Brecht

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life that you could save.

Mary Oliver
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Jeesoo Lee
Jeesoo Lee
Richard Long
Richard Long

There's a lot to do.

I should cry more

I should live more dangerously

I should throw away more

I should play more,

I'm always lost in the sound of the rain.

I stay in my time.

I'm a spy from Pluto.

Sends the sound of bugs to space.

It's a winter night where I keep hearing small, strange sounds.

Lee Jae Soon

The balcony poems arrived out of an unforeseen life-interruption in Europe, where I was intrigued by the dual inside/outside-ness of balconies, and how poetry exists in a similar place — inside and/or outside people, actions, events. Jenny Holzer said something like, "I love my mind when it is fucking the cracks of events." I think that's where the juiciest poems are.

Sawako Nakayasu
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