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It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It's a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. 'Beauty,' we shall call you. 'Beauty' come in.
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When something is too beautiful or too terrible or even too funny for words, then it is time for poetry.
Eve Merriam
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...a good poem contains both meaning and music.
Eve Merriam -
Scratch a Jew and you'll find a Wailing Wall.
Eve Merriam -
Don't be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or fork or spoon. For there is no core or stem or rind or pit or seed or skin to throw away.
Eve Merriam -
I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask: "Mother, what was war?"
Eve Merriam -
Whatever you do, find ways to read poerty. Eat it, drink it, enjoy it, and share it.
Eve Merriam -
Morning is a new sheet of paper for you to write on.
Eve Merriam