Poetry from GI Jane

“When I see the sea once more, will the sea have seen or not seen me?” – Pablo Neruda’s poem XLIX, from The Book Of Questions.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. – DH Lawrence

The ebb and flow of the Atlantic tides, the drift of the continents, the very position of the sun along its ecliptic. These are just a few of the things I control in my world. – Uncredited

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