November 2010
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We come at last to the
dark and enter in.
We are given bodies
newly made out of their absence
from one another in the light
of the ordinary day.
We come to the space between
ourselves, the narrow
doorway, and pass through
into the land of the
wholly loved.
- Wendell Berry
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I AM
I am your love,
I am the heat of your love,
Yet lonely…
I am your woman,
You, you are my soul
That I depend on…
Your voice sounded as sudden thunder of love
My soul breathed as an elating lightning of spring…
I breathed your breath deep down my chest
And by your fire I became the poet of the flames…
- Komitas
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