tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96195742011-04-21T15:09:20.058-04:00lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606317251577130081noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9619574.post-1155661975688535012006-08-15T13:10:00.000-04:002006-08-15T13:20:01.403-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/708/1600/Infrastructure-Aug11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/708/320/Infrastructure-Aug11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9619574-115566197568853501?l=huriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606317251577130081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9619574.post-1103380797205864752004-12-18T09:36:00.000-05:002004-12-18T09:39:57.206-05:00There is no perfect <br />past to go back to. Each time I look <br />into your eyes, I see the long hesitation <br />of ten thousand years, our mothers' mothers <br />sitting under the shade trees on boxes, waiting. <br />There is some great question in your eye that no <br />longer needs asking: the ball <br />glistening, wet; the black iris <br />intense. We know the same things. <br />What you wait for, I wait for. <br /> <br />Toi Derricotte, Pittsburgh poet and co-founder of Cave Canem, an annual black poets' retreat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9619574-110338079720586475?l=huriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606317251577130081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9619574.post-1103243332503293132004-12-16T19:26:00.001-05:002004-12-16T19:46:04.453-05:00If all who have begged help <br />From me in this world, <br />All the holy innocents, <br />Broken wives, and cripples, <br />The imprisoned, the suicidal - <br />If they had sent me one kopeck <br />I should have become richer <br />than all Egypt... <br />But they did not send me kopecks, <br />Instead they shared with me their strength, <br />And so nothing in the world <br />Is stronger than I, <br />And I can bear anything, even this. <br /> <br />Anna Akhmatova <br />(Thanks, Lina!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9619574-110324333250329313?l=huriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606317251577130081noreply@blogger.com0