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THE NIGHT 4 – Poetry by Jaime Saenz | Meeting Benches

THE NIGHT 4 – Poetry by Jaime Saenz | Meeting Benches

IN THE SMOKE - Poetry by Eugenio Montale - Meeting Benches

IN THE SMOKE - Poetry by Eugenio Montale - Meeting Benches

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NEWS OF HUNGER – Poetry of Federico Díaz Granados | Meeting Benches

NEWS OF HUNGER – Poetry of Federico Díaz Granados | Meeting Benches

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki | Meeting Benches

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki | Meeting Benches

FOR COMICI EMILIO – Poetry, by Antonia Pozzi | Meeting Benches

FOR COMICI EMILIO – Poetry, by Antonia Pozzi | Meeting Benches

GREETING: Poetry by Ferreira Gullar | Meeting Benches

GREETING I will leave the world with fury. No matter what seemingly happens if I retire gently.

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DREAM   Black and hard detachment that I stand as thou. Why do you cry? Give me  better to hand, promise to return in a dream. We are like two mountains, We not meet again in this world. If only, when midnight comes, you send me a greeting with the stars. (Anna Andreevna Akhmatova) http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412

DREAM: Poetry, by Anna Andreevna Akhmatova - Meeting Benches

A CASKET – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore | Meeting Benches

A CASKET I'll make my soul a casket for your soul, my heart skipped a dwelling for your beauty, m.

I HAVE PLACED MY HEART – Poetry, by Jacopo da Lentini | Meeting Benches

I HAVE PLACED MY HEART – Poetry, by Jacopo da Lentini | Meeting Benches

INAGH VALLEY, LATE NOVEMBER: Poetry of James Harpur | Meeting Benches

INAGH VALLEY, LATE NOVEMBER: Poetry of James Harpur | Meeting Benches

UNITED COLOURS OF POETRY - Painful inventions grow, while the syllables grow, mute as the flight of birds, in the feelings - Meeting Benches

UNITED COLOURS OF POETRY - Painful inventions grow, while the syllables grow, mute as the flight of birds, in the feelings - Meeting Benches

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IF – Poetry by Rudyard Kipling

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PRAYER Our baby’s heart, on the sixteen-week scan, was a fluttering bird, held in cupped hands.

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