February 2012
22 posts
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“Sometimes we wake not knowing
how we came to lie here,
or who has crowned us...”
– from “Tiara” by Mark Doty
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“Isn’t the blue stream that runs past you a translation from the Russian?...”
– “In Love with You,” Kenneth Koch
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“A March morning is only as drab as he who walks in it without a glance skyward,...”
– from A Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold
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Sharing Poetry: Frank O'Hara, "Morning" →
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I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am…
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“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
– Jack Kerouac (via ellebeephotography)
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“The watch I lost the day we met was a cheap watch with twelve dots of radium...”
– from Amy Hempel’s “Tumble Home”
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“You can try the best you can. You can try the best you can. The best you can...”
– “Optimistic” - Radiohead
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“On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds...”
– Dean Young, from “Selected Recent and New Errors” (via proustitute)
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"July" by Kazim Ali
We lay down in the graveyard, hinged there.
Emerald moss growing thickly in the chiseled letters.
You’re explaining how trees actually breathe.
Green in the names and trees went up to join gray in the sky.
Then the gray-green sky came down in breaths to my lips and sipped me.
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"The River at Wolf" by Jean Valentine
Coming east we left the animals
pelican beaver osprey muskrat and snake
their hair and skin and feathers
their eyes in the dark: red and green.
Your finger drawing my mouth.
Blessed are they who remember
that what they now have they once longed for.
A day a year ago last summer
God filled me with himself, like gold, inside,
deeper inside than marrow.
This close to...
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“I’ve nothing much to offer
There’s nothing much to take
I’m...”
– “Absolute Beginners,” David Bowie 