Cloths of Heaven
By William Butler Yeats
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Like You
By Roque Dalton
Like you I love love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky- blue landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up and I laugh through eyes that have known the buds of tears. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don’t end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, little things, landscape and bread, the poetry of everyone.
When someone asks me what I think of the dialectical materialist method
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May Day 2013 vs. Police Brutality
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Marrakech, Morocco, 1950s, photo by Bernard Rouget
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Subway Lovers. New York, 1949, by Arthur Leipzig
