Monthly Archives: March 2015

Week 102: Juana de Ibarbourou

“I know my hands may never calm down.

The ghosts around me will be dim, juiceless, but my hands

will scratch like moles.”   – Juana de Ibarbourou, “Life Hook” (translated from Spanish)
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Week 101: T.S. Eliot

“At the still point, there the dance is.” – T.S. Eliot, “Four Quartets”

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Week 100: Ray Bradbury

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies​… A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.”

― Ray BradburyFahrenheit 451

 

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