“Poetry is not what words say but what is said between them, that which appears fleetingly in pauses and silences.”
Octavio Paz (via ahuntersheart)
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Into My Own
"One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom."
-Robert Frost
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