posted on 25.12.11 Shepards, why this jubilee?

Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come.
But O ! for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room ?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th’ orient,
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod’s jealous general doom.
See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee ?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

-John Donne

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The Savior must have been

A docile Gentleman—

To come so far so cold a Day

For little Fellowmen—

The Road to Bethlehem

Since He and I were Boys

Was leveled, but for that ‘twould be

A rugged Billion Miles—

-Emily Dickinson

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The Birds begun at Four o'clock—Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices did expendAs Brook by Brook bestows itselfTo multiply the Pond.Their Witnesses were not—Except occasional man—In homely industry arrayed—To overtake the Morn—Nor was it for applause—That I could ascertain—But independent EcstasyOf Deity and Men—By Six, the Flood had done—No Tumult there had beenOf Dressing, or Departure—And yet the Band was gone—The Sun engrossed the East—The Day controlled the World—The Miracle that introducedForgotten, as fulfilled.

posted on 09.09.10


The Birds begun at Four o'clock—
Their period for Dawn—
A Music numerous as space—
But neighboring as Noon—

I could not count their Force—
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.

Their Witnesses were not—
Except occasional man—
In homely industry arrayed—
To overtake the Morn—

Nor was it for applause—
That I could ascertain—
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men—

By Six, the Flood had done—
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure—
And yet the Band was gone—

The Sun engrossed the East—
The Day controlled the World—
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.

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I am Esteban, the handsomest drowned man in the world. In life I could draw fish out of the sea simply by calling their names and I put so much work into my land that springs burst forth from among the rocks, so that I was able to plant flowers on the cliffs.

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Lo cierto es que la felicidad no es como dicen, que solo dura un instante y no se sabe que se tuvo sino cuando ya se acabó. La verdad es que dura mientras dure el amor, porque con amor hasta morirse es bueno

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