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Love is Not All: It is Not Meat Nor Drink
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love cannot fill the thickened...
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All Hallow’s Eve, Sheldon Vanauken
Tonight, while weighing wild winged hope with fears Of loss, again the girl’s voice crying gay And sweet – O playmate of lost pagan years! – Comes ringing in the glory of the May. O singing beauty!...
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On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Tell me it was for the hunger & nothing less. For hunger is to give the body what it knows it cannot keep. That this amber light whittled down by another war is all that pins my hand to your chest....
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Poetry: You Said Is
Romantica 1, Raffaella Blanc you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body, to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing, I said,...
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She Walks in Beauty
At the Shrine, John William Waterhouse She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed...
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Peter Quince at the Clavier
The Blue Dress, Ken Howard UST as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here...
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Poetry: Ghost Walk
We used to overturn rocks on the shore and expose them to the belly of the sun. I knew that some rocks should not be moved but you picked them up to skip pebbles and slice fountains in the sea where...
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New Poems Published in “Melusine”!
Very excited and honored this morning to say that I have two poems included in the winter issue of Melusine, a journal for women in the 21st century (but not just for women, and not just including...
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Poem: “5PM in Bloomington” by Alex Dang
RT And we’re driving again. We live out of these suitcases and I’m feeling like that glamour shines through the car fatigue that we wear tight on our skin. I’m still convinced I’m dreaming. We’ve been...
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(rt Moca at Pixiv) If by real you mean as real as a shark tooth stuck in your heel, the wetness of a finished lollipop stick, the surprise of a thumbtack in your purse— then Yes, every last page is...
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