again, again, the sea

evening, sea, birds

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Porto, Jardim de Serralves

breathing silently

breathing silently

the cactus stands erect

in the glaring sun

it does not feel its thorns

nor taste its bitter milk

it is filled

with sweet tenderness

kindness and dreams

of petals opening

after the rain

who were so dark of heart they might not speak, E.E.Cummings

T.S. Eliot Reads: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Sylvia Plath reads from ARIEL (1)

Laurie Anderson - Moby Dick - One White Whale