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From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty
Ponderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to me
To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy painted all mahogany
I’d never leave if it were up to me

Owl City



And did you get what 
you wanted from this life, even so? 
I did.
And what did you want? 
To call myself beloved, to feel myself 
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver


Learn, as you stand at this end of the bridge which arcs from love, you think, into enduring love, learn to reach deeper into the sorrows to come. To touch the almost imaginary bones under the face, to hear under the laughter the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. The mouth. The laughter. These temple bones. The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

Galway Kinnell



Mineral cactai,
quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls,
the bird that punctures space,
thirst, tedium, clouds of dust,
impalpable epiphanies of wind.
The pines taught me to talk to myself.
In that garden I learned to send myself off.

Octavio Paz



Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown.

Henry Rollins


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