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Sebbene non fosse casa mia
Il primo fiore di pruno freddo
alla finestra aveva lo stesso odore.
Kenneth Rexroth, da Raccolta delle poesie più brevi, 1966
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I was tangled in the spider’s web
Of sheer forgetfulness, sharp ecstasy, brooding manias.
— Kazuko Shiraishi, Seasons of Sacred Lust, transl by Ikuko Atsumi, John Solt, Carol Tinker, Yasuyo Morita & Kenneth Rexroth, (1978)
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“Your body spreads across my brain like a bird filled summer.”
— Kenneth Rexroth.
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rita dove, borderline mambo
crown the empire, (x)
ada limón, after you toss around the ashes
ocean vuong, dear t
kenneth rexroth, rosa mundi
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What lived and died between us - haunts me still.
Places I’ve Taken My Body, Molly Mccully Brown | Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese, The Empress Yamatohime, tr. Kenneth Rexroth | Spirit Hold, Holly Warburton | Faces in the Crowd, Valeria Luiselli | The Hoopoe, Mahmoud Darwish | Untitled, E. Perret | Dark Harvest, Joseph Millar | I’m Not Calling You A Liar, Florence + the Machine | Strange Love, Massimiliano Ligabue
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Kenneth Rexroth, ‘Confusion of the Senses’
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Kenneth Rexroth, from Sacramental Acts: Love Poems; “Floating”
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The disorder of my hair Is due to my lonely sleepless pillow.
My hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks are your fault
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Kenneth Rexroth, December 22, 1905 – June 6, 1982.
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Mi chiedi a cosa pensassi
prima di amarci.
Semplice, la risposta.
Io, prima d’incontrarti,
non avevo niente a cui pensare.
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A tarda notte mi siedo davanti a un foglio di carta bianco,
finché un petalo vermiglio caduto trema davanti a me.
Kenneth Rexroth
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Flowing slowly down the river of agony
[…]
You met love.
— Kazuko Shiraishi, Seasons of Sacred Lust, transl by Ikuko Atsumi, John Solt, Carol Tinker, Yasuyo Morita & Kenneth Rexroth, (1978)
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"It is
Wise to keep the pattern of
Life clear and simple and filled
With beautiful and real things."
----Kenneth Rexroth
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𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟.
—Kenneth Rexroth, Sacramental Acts: The Love Poems; "She Is Away,"
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