February 2012
15 posts
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“Lately, I am capable only of small things.
Is it enough
to feel the heart...”
– Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Postcard” (And Her Soul Out of Nothing, University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)
“I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and...”
– Dorothea Grossman, I have to tell you (via elvedon)
January 2012
20 posts
“(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of...”
– “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via clavicola)
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semperaugustus:
I cannot say that I have gone to hell for your love but often found myself there in your pursuit.
From William Carlos Williams’ “From Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”
December 2011
22 posts
Brenda Shaughnessy, "Inappropriate Dreams"
sharingpoetry:
I can’t tell you how often. You in the grocery store embarrassing everyone with the lettuce. Elsewhere, food in the file folders. It’s not supposed to be there, get it? Another time you were rolling down a hill like a blueberry rolling toward me, a bear who will eat anything this time of year but wants just you. Then you are not you but the plum of a pebble that I skipped into the...
