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"The black smog speaks."

"Did ever he walk the twenty-six wards of the city, within and
extra, did he cast his nautic eye on her
         clere and lusty under kell
in the troia'd lanes of the city?"

—The Anathemata, V.

Berenice.

"i wish children would be temporarily elevated to the skies until the war ends
then they would return home safe
and when their parents would ask them,
where were you? they would say,
we were playing in the clouds”

- Ghassan Kanafani via @gazapoetssociety

"It is as though a poem gave the reader as he left it a single, new word, never before spoken and impossible to actually enunciate, but self-evident as an active principle in the reader's consciousness henceforward."