Literary References

Fog by

Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves one

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Here the Birds' Journey Ends by Mahmoud Darwish

 

Here the birds' journey ends, our journey, the journey of words,

and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds.

We are the ones who forge the sky's copper, the sky that will carve roads

after us and will make amends with our names above the distant cloud slopes.

Soon we will descend the widow's descent in the memory fields

and raise our tent to the final winds: blow, for the poem to live, blow 

on the poem's road. After us, the plants will grow and grow

over roads only we have walked and our obstinate steps inaugurated.

And we will etch on the final rocks, "Long live life, long live life,"

and fall into ourselves. And after us there'll be a horizon for the new birds.

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Dawn by Andrzej Stacink

2014

22"x 30"

Down here semi-darkness and inference still reign

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The air's like cold ink

it flows along the road surfaces

splits to each side and

congeals into black lakes.

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Objects are no more than their own shadows.

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The night slowly raises it backside.

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