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    "The Survivor"

    Once more he sees his companions' faces
    Livid in the first faint light,
    Gray with cement dust,
    Nebulous in the mist,
    Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.
    At night, under the heavy burden
    Of their dreams, their jaws move,
    Chewing a non-existant turnip.
    'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people,
    Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,
    Haven't usurped anyone's bread.
    No one died in my place. No one.
    Go back into your mist.
    It's not my fault if I live and breathe,
    Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'


    --Primo Levi
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    Old friends laughter over time has brought
    When knowing that I'm part German and Scot
    Yet many of them still shout
    So that's why you're such a cheap kraut...
    Somewhere...somehow...
    I have a NEW set of friends now...
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    "If"

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

    --Rudyard Kipling

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    “Artistic Creation (A Super-Hero is Born)”

    The only thing extraordinary about the day
    His Super-Hero was born was how ordinary it was.
    Gripped by the American Depression, the young artist,
    Barely out of his ‘20’s pushed aside his great artistic ambitions.
    Existing alongside Monet, Van Gogh, or Goya would have to wait.
    Instead, the artist sat down, took a deep breath, and sketched out,
    A character he had in his mind for a few years inspired,
    By the cheap pulp comics he had read.
    Something simple, something people would remember.
    It gave him a chance to make some money.
    To help his family while pushing his serious artistic ambitions aside.

    And then something happened.
    The country gripped by despair needed something to believe in.
    Something to look up to: A Super-Hero.
    The artist had a calling and would continue that calling for years.
    He never stood alongside Monet, Van Gogh, or Goya.
    Nor did he become famous or wealthy.
    Instead, he left the world with a character they needed,
    Something simple, something people would remember.

    -Orpheus

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    "A Hand-Mirror"

    HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
    Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth,
    No more a flashing eye--no more a sonorous voice or springy step;
    Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step,
    A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
    Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous,
    Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,
    Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,
    Words babble, hearing and touch callous,
    No brain, no heart left--no magnetism of sex;
    Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
    Such a result so soon--and from such a beginning!

    --Walt Whitman
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    "Things That Might Have Been"


    I think of things that weren’t, but might have been.
    The treatise on Saxon myths Bede never wrote.
    The inconceivable work Dante might have had a glimpse of,
    As soon as he’d corrected the Comedy’s last verse.
    History without the afternoons of the Cross and the hemlock.
    History without the face of Helen.
    Man without the eyes that gave us the moon.
    On Gettysburg’s three days, victory for the South.
    The love we never shared.
    The wide empire the Vikings chose not to found.
    The world without the wheel or the rose.
    The view John Donne held of Shakespeare.
    The other horn of the Unicorn.
    The fabled Irish bird that lights on two trees at once.
    The child I never had.

    --Jorge Luis Borges
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    Every Day You Play

    Every day you play with the light of the universe.
    Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
    You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
    as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

    You are like nobody since I love you.
    Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
    Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
    Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

    Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
    The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
    Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
    The rain takes off her clothes.

    The birds go by, fleeing.
    The wind. The wind.
    I can contend only against the power of men.
    The storm whirls dark leaves
    and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

    You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
    You will answer me to the last cry.
    Cling to me as though you were frightened.
    Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

    Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
    and even your breasts smell of it.
    While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
    I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

    How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
    my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
    So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
    and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

    My words rained over you, stroking you.
    A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
    I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
    I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
    dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
    I want
    to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

    Pablo Neruda

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    "Act of Union"

    I

    To-night, a first movement, a pulse,
    As if the rain in bogland gathered head
    To slip and flood: a bog-burst,
    A gash breaking open the ferny bed.
    Your back is a firm line of eastern coast
    And arms and legs are thrown
    Beyond your gradual hills. I caress
    The heaving province where our past has grown.
    I am the tall kingdom over your shoulder
    That you would neither cajole nor ignore.
    Conquest is a lie. I grow older
    Conceding your half-independant shore
    Within whose borders now my legacy
    Culminates inexorably.

    II

    And I am still imperially
    Male, leaving you with pain,
    The rending process in the colony,
    The battering ram, the boom burst from within.
    The act sprouted an obsinate fifth column
    Whose stance is growing unilateral.
    His heart beneath your heart is a wardrum
    Mustering force. His parasitical
    And ignmorant little fists already
    Beat at your borders and I know they're cocked
    At me across the water. No treaty
    I foresee will salve completely your tracked
    And stretchmarked body, the big pain
    That leaves you raw, like opened ground, again

    --Seamus Heaney
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    "The Method of Memory"

    Even a bureau crammed with souvenirs,
    Old bills, love letters, photographs, receipts,
    Court depositions, locks of hair in plaits,
    Hides fewer secrets than my brain could yield.
    It's like a tomb, a corpse-filled Potter's field,
    A pyramid where the dead lie down by scores.
    I am a graveyard that the moon abhors.

    —Charles Baudelaire

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