You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
ABERJHANIAnd other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge
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It becomes more and more difficult to avoid the idea of black men as subjects of not just racial profiling but of an insidious form of racial obliteration sanctioned by silence.
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Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,
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Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
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The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery.
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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
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Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
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When reading about what may be described as the lesser celebrated heroic figures of the Harlem Renaissance,
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Love as a concrete foundation for an authentically functional civilization requires the around-the-clock labors of forgiveness. Without it, Love fails
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I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson
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A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
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Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown.
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An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety
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