February 2012
60 posts
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Albert Goldbarth, "The Sciences Sing a Lullabye"
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Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis to now. Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance inside themselves without you. Go to sleep. Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch by inch America is giving itself to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an...
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The way it’s parked, nose-down between the wet rocks
in the leaf-light of...
– The River-Car, Mark Haddon
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You did the Hippy-Hippy Shake.
I messed with Mr. In-Between.
Tonight...
– Gemini, Mark Haddon
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When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
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My favorite ghosts and I bear down harder birth ourselves
– Margo Tamez, from “Drinking under the Moon She Goes Laughing” (via proustitute)
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We see it haunting lockets, cards,
carved into the breasts of trees
or...
– Michael Meyerhofer, “Iconography of the Heart” (via fleurishes)
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from "Early Winter" by Weldon Kees
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But the room is cold, the words in the books are cold; And the question of whether we get what we ask for Is absurd, unanswered by the sound of an unlatched door Rattling in wind, or the sound of snow on roofs, or glare Of the winter sun. What we have learned is not what we were told. I watch the snow, feel for the heartbeat that is not there.
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I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is...
– “Communion,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
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Every reader loves the way he tells off
the sun, shouting busy old fool
into...
– Memorizing “The Sun Rising” by John Donne, Billy Collins
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We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in...
– Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Archipelago of Kisses” (via fleurishes)
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Time is not a stream flowing equably, constantly, from the beginning of all...
– James Bradley, Wrack (via technicoloring)
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I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via fleurishes)
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He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can...
– Paul Murray (via tantum)
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I wrote your name on all
my folders & drew your
silhouette like a bruise...
– Nate Slawson, from Miranda, Or An Abridged History of the Tenth Grade
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The less my hope, the hotter my love.
– Terence
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He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He poured the milk
Into the cup of coffee...
– Breakfast, Jacques Prévert
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The moon is backing away from us
an inch and a half each year. That means
if...
– Dorianne Laux, “Facts About the Moon” (via fleurishes)
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from Based On a Book of the Same Title
I wonder how much longer I can live...
– Leigh Stein (via clavicola)
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[Can you imagine her eyes in that moment, as she asked
her mother to take her...
– Jason Schneiderman, from “Sita” (via loveandzombies)
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No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew...
– “Gacela of Unforseen Love,” Federico Garcia Lorca (via clavicola)
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The only things
between me and death are these words, as long as I
carry them...
– Minnie Bruce Pratt, from “No Time to be Afraid” (via awritersruminations)
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You start with your own body
then move outward, but not too far.
Never try to...
– “How to be Happy: Another Memo to Myself,” Stephen Dunn (via clavicola)
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It was your idea
to park and watch the elephants
swaying among the trees
like...
– “The Two Times I Loved You Most In A Car,” Dorothea Grossman (via clavicola)
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mature man
holding his nose
to life
desires young woman
who
is indifferent...
– “A Personal,” Pablo Picasso (via clavicola)
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Robert Bawn
An alcoholic, the kind that rages and mourns.
He never meant well,...
– Our Fathers, Andrew O’Hagan
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The child you have been will never desert you.
– Our Fathers, Andrew O’Hagan
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Every long minute of the night we would breathe our own in that flat of hers. We...
– Our Fathers, Andrew O’Hagan
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The scary thing about somebody
jumping from the top of a tall building
is not...
– Emma McGordon (via endorfins)
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Immersed
we don’t
ask
who entered
whose stream.
Take
my hand there
is no...
– Rivus, Richard Tagett
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Saw you walking barefoot
taking a long look
at the new moon’s eyelid
later...
– “Tonight No Poetry Will Serve,” Adrienne Rich (via clavicola)
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We tied branches to our helmets.
We painted our faces & rifles
with mud...
– Camouflaging the Chimera, Yusuf Komunyakaa
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It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;
everything blooms coldly.
I expect...
– Dear One Absent This Long While, Lisa Olstein
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Waking
on the train, I thought
we were attacked
by light: ...
– Venice, Unaccompanied, by Monica Youn
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Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me
like a dryad. The camera flashed...
– Yours & Mine, Alice Fulton
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The rain whistled.
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I...
– Love Poem, Dorothea Lasky
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You have changed me already. I am a fireball
That is hurtling towards the sky...
– Poem to an Unnameable Man, Dorothea Lasky
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A carpenter’s a witness as I write
these lines — atop the roof next door, he...
– “The Carpenter,” Jacques Réda (via clavicola)
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I want the unobtainable. Other artists paint a bridge, a house, a boat, and...
– Claude Monet
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Perhaps
it’s the havoc,
summer gone and the world
tipped like a cup. Or
how...
– “An Explanation For Wednesday,” Kristy Bowen (via clavicola)
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Child, child, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present...
– Thomas Wolfe (via arcs)
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And when across this world I pass
A disenchanted opera glass,
Shall I grow...
– Alexander Pushkin (via whatokay)
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet XLIII
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After the storm white and black clouds hung
in the sky like dogs and cats...
– Our Flowers, Barbara Ras (via clavicola)
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clavicola:
I am going to die of dark water and small hands
the time bomb will go off and when it does you can wrap yourself in all of my poems.
— J. Clark
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I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from...
– Dorianne Laux, The Shipfitter’s Wife (via fleurishes)
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You can’t have it all
but you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like...
– Barbara Ras, You Can’t Have It All (via clavicola)
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My heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has...
– Anis Mojgani, from “Come Closer” (via fleurishes)
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Whatever you dropped in the dark
can be recovered in the morning.
We will find...
– Collide Escape, Derrick Brown (via clavicola)