Chimeras are for real
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream By Edgar Allan Poe When the faintest flames in gloom is all we see, or the sounds […]
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Birdsong
From Axis by Octavio Paz The way you’re caressing my earlobe with kittenlike tongue and seeking in tickle of sense to burn me with sun of precision incision in touch, […]
Looking at tea-leaves
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 You’re not a mirror where reflected, I can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored love or honeysuckle dusk, never soft as dew; but you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 