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“Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.”
― Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

“O Suburbs of Despair
where nothing but the weather ever changes!”
― Dana Gioia, Daily Horoscope: Poems

“One thing he held against the bird force was the curse of knowing always which direction he was headed in, without the vaguest idea where he was going. He headed east this time, recalling as if it were yesterday every fifth or sixth mile of the road, where they hadn't torn it up, straightened it, bent it, laid it down again, and bordered it with regular houses planted eave-to-eave like an impenetrable, multicolored fence - soon a flag will wave from every antenna, we'll peek out at the savage world from a plaster fortress, nationwide.”
― Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

“Do you remember the suburbs and the plaintive flock of landscapes

The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon

That night when as summer waned I listened

To a languorous bird forever wroth

And the eternal noise of a river wide and dark

(The Voyager)”
― Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology