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Long relegated to the realms of religion, myth, and superstition, the soul is actually our most useful concept for a scientific approach to what it means to be a person … In the spring of 2005, the Woodside Hospice in Pinnelas Park, Florida, became ground-zero of a national debate over life, death, human rights, and […]
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Bottom Line by Pablo Neruda Translated by Paul Thomas Zenki I’m content with all the debts I’ve put on myself, in this life rounded up from odds and ends:
To a Foot, from Its Child by Pablo Neruda Translated by Paul Thomas Zenki The child’s foot still doesn’t know it’s a foot, and it wants to be a butterfly or an apple.
The Turtle by Pablo Neruda Translated by Paul Thomas Zenki The turtle who trod for such time and saw so much with her ancient eyes,
This Broken Bell by Pablo Neruda Translated by Paul Thomas Zenki This broken bell wants to sing nonetheless: the metal is green now, the bell is the color of jungle, color of pools of water in the woods, color of the day in the leaves.