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  1. Tim Izzo's Daily Poem for 6/9/14


    Ballad of the Moon by Federico García Lorca

    The moon came to the forge
    wearing a bustle of Spikenards.
    The boy is looking at her.
    The boy is looking hard.
    In the troubled air,
    the wind moves her arms,
    showing lewd and pure,
    her hard, tin breasts.
    "Run, moon, moon, moon.
    If the gypsies came,
    they would make of your
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  2. Tim Izzo's Daily Poem for 6/9/14


    Ballad of the Moon by Federico García Lorca

    The moon came into the forge
    in her bustle of flowering nard.
    The little boy stares at her, stares.
    The boy is staring hard.
    In the shaken air
    the moon moves her arms,
    and shows lubricious and pure,
    her breasts of hard tin.
    “Moon, moon, moon, run!
    If the gypsies come,
    they will
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  3. Tim Izzo's Daily Poem for 6/8/14


    A Song of Despair
    by Pablo Neruda

    A Song Of Despair

    The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
    The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

    Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
    It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

    Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
    Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
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  4. Tim Izzo's Daily Poem for 6/8/14


    A Song of Despair
    by Pablo Neruda

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    A Song Of Despair

    The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
    The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

    Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
    It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

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  5. Tim Izzo's Daily Poem for 6/7/14


    Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside
    by Rainer Maria Rilke


    Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great
    hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations
    has been a trough, renewing in itself
    an inch or two of rain, I satisfy
    my thirst: taking the water's pristine coolness
    into my whole body through my wrists.
    Drinking would be too powerful, too clear;
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