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From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

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“তোমাকে যখন দেখি, তার চেয়ে বেশি দেখি যখন দেখি না। চড়ুই পাখিরা জানে আমি কার প্রতিক্ষায় বসে আছি- তুমি ব্যস্ত, তুমি একা, তুমি অন্তরাল ভালোবাসো! সন্ন্যাসীর মতো হাহাকার করে উঠি- দেখা দাও, দেখা দাও, পরমুহূর্তেই ফের চোখ মুছি। হেসে বলি, তুমি যেখানেই যাও, আমি সঙ্গে আছি!”

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Author:Sunil Gangopadhyay
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“Επιθυμίες Σαν σώματα ωραία νεκρών που δεν εγέρασαν και τάκλεισαν, με δάκρυα, σε μαυσωλείο λαμπρό, με ρόδα στο κεφάλι και στα πόδια γιασεμιά -- έτσ' η επιθυμίες μοιάζουν που επέρασαν χωρίς να εκπληρωθούν· χωρίς ν' αξιωθεί καμιά της ηδονής μια νύχτα, ή ένα πρωϊ της φεγγερό." Desires "Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a brilliant mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet -- this is what desires resemble that have passed without fulfillment; without any of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a morning of brightness.”

PoetryGreekModern Greece
Book:Before Time Could Change Them: The Complete Poems
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“The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious. Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets. The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip... The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies. The beet was Rasputin's favorite vegetable. You could see it in his eyes.”

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Book:Jitterbug Perfume
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