The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

Tom O’ Bedlam

With a host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air To the wilderness I wander.By a knight of ghosts and...

By Unknown
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22 July

Dance, My Heart!

DANCE, my heart! dance to-day with joy. The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies: Mad...

By Kabir
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19 July

I’ll Go On…

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth...

By Rilke
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18 July

The Night

You, darkness, of whom I am born--I love you more that the flame that limits the world to the circle it illuminates and excludes all the rest.But the dark...

By Rilke
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13 July