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SOUND OF THE TIMES

The patience of the bombfills the void with fear. And still those with earsand mortar boardslisten and do not hear. .

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PATIENCE

There is the patience of the tree,with feet set fast in earth;buffeted by storms,stripped of leaves by droughts,home to birds and parasites,bored into by beetles and worms,reaching to ever greater heightsuntil sawn and dismembered by men,or turned to a heap … Continue reading

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GUESTS

Who are the deadI have not reached(or been unable to find)who wait with such patiencein quiet corners of my mind? Seek with the mindyou get thoughts.Seek with the heartyou get understanding.Speak with thoughtsyou reach a man’s mind.Speak with understandingyou reach … Continue reading

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PATIENCE

The patience of the old woman:raveling and unraveling somebody’s memorieslike skeins of wool,to darn the tattered coveringof an ever-fading lifein which,according to somebody’s memories,she was once a womanand a wife. The patience of the sick:waiting for the stab of the … Continue reading

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