Poetry | Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines) By Pablo Neruda

Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines) Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me […]

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Poetry | Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, gladly beyond — e. e. cummings

somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself […]

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Poetry | Remember By Joy Harjo

Remember By Joy Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her in a bar once in Iowa City. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and […]

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Poetry | The Secret By Denise Levertov

The Secret – by Denise Levertov Two girls discoverthe secret of lifein a sudden line ofpoetry. I who don’t know thesecret wrotethe line. Theytold me (through a third person)they had found itbut not what it wasnot even what line it was. No doubtby now, more than a weeklater, they have forgottenthe secret, the line, the […]

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Poetry | Elegy for the Living by Kathryn Simmonds

Elegy for the Living By Kathryn Simmonds We wash up side by side to find each other in the speakable world, and, lulled into sense, inhabit our landscape; the curve of that chair draped with your shirt; my glass of  water seeded overnight with air. After this bed there’ll be another, so we’ll roll and […]

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Poetry | Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks by Pablo Neruda

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks All those men were there inside, when she came in totally naked. They had been drinking: they began to spit. Newly come from the river, she knew nothing. She was a mermaid who had lost her way. The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh. Obscenities drowned her golden […]

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