« If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. »
WILLIAM BLAKE
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- Sad Vacation
- today
- poppies
- a child's claim to fame
- marquee moon
- hagakure
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- Hagakure
- The death of Seneca
- on the same
- Walt Whitman
- Again and again
- A Walk
- comunque ,sempre.
- Come,said my soul
- These Things
- Nirvana
- As the Sparrow
- Pessoa
- The Waste Land V.WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
- The Waste Land IV.DEATH BY WATER
- The Waste Land III.THE FIRE SERMON
- The Waste Land II.A GAME OF CHESS
- The Waste Land I.THE BURIAL OF THE DEATH
- The Waste Land
- dead man
- East Coker from 4 Quartets
- The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock
- The voice of the ancient bard
- You don't believe
- The Wild Flower's Song
- The Fly
- The Echoing Green
- Earth's Answer
- But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not ...
- pay the price
- An Eastern Ballad
- Haiku
- Winter Haiku
- A Little Girl Lost
- A Poison Tree
- Bluebird
- Elegy
- All All and All
- Deaths and Entrances
- dead man
- peyote
- DEAD MAN
- William Blake some aphorism
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- nihil est contra deum nisi deus ipse Goethe
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