“Jerusalem! My Love,My TownI wept until my tears were dryI prayed until the candles flickeredI knelt until the floor creakedI asked about Mohammed and ChristOh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophetsTh...”

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“Les hommes construisent trop de murs et pas assez de ponts.”

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“Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.”

“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”