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The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
All round the image
The white silver worn to shreds by kisses
The very metal worn to shreds by kisses
Framed in metal
The black image worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness, oh the darkness
Worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness in our eyes
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wished for
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we never wished for
Kissed and worn to shreds by kisses
All we escaped
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wish for
Kissed and kissed again

Gunnar Ekelöf

Meditation is effective, I fear. I am in danger of turning into a rug. I am in danger of being happy.

From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, “Look at that, you son of a bitch.”

In the middle of a particularly busy day, the emperor was driven to a meeting hall for an appointment of some kind. But when he arrived, there was no one there. The emperor walked into the middle of the great hall, stood silently for a moment, then bowed to the empty space. He turned to his assistants, a large smile on his face. “We must schedule more appointments like this.”

The Tao of Pooh

Without Sicily, Italy cannot be fully understood.

For where exactly, geographically, is Israel? It is the only nation on earth which does not know and will not declare where its eastern frontier is.

Our job is to become more and more of what we are. The growth of a poet seems to be related to his or her becoming less and less embarrassed about more and more.