By Meredith Stricker
I was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
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- By H.D.O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with… - By H.D.Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable
from the… - Translated By Daniel OwenDesember adalah penggaris yang lurus, lurus sekali,
dan putus dalam kelurusannya. Putus yang
tersembunyi dalam patahannya sendiri, putus yang
melihat kesunyian dari patahannya sendiri.
Dan angin, dan yang mengerang di bawah penggaris,
dan berkata, dan besok—Januari—Januari—akan
datang melalui jalur yang lalu. Jalur dengan bau
rempah-rempah, gula, kopi,... - Translated By Daniel OwenDecember is a straight ruler, very straight,
and broken in its straightness. A break
hidden in its fracture, a break that
sees silence from its fracture.
And wind, and what groans below a ruler,
and speaking, and tomorrow—January—January—will
come along a past path. A path that... - By Camille T. DungyAsk me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment. - By Emily DickinsonWe should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the … - By Emily DickinsonI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish… - By Thomas Warton the youngerBeneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown pilesOft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve,Where thro' some …
- By Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - By Ellen BassWhat if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater… - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Nick FlynnSaint Augustine preached humility &
the need to simply be on the ground.
Do you wish to rise? he asked… - By J. Mae BarizoMorning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By Timothy DonnellyAnd though we had fed long and well at the table
the talk always turned to whether to go on
regardless… - By Ada LimónOn my way to the fertility clinic,
I pass five dead animals.
First a raccoon with all four paws… - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonI don't know what to do two states of mind in me
- By SapphoTranslated By Dan Beachy-QuickI don't know where I gomy mind is two minds
- By Li-Young LeeLi-Young, don’t feel lonely
when you look up
into great night and find
yourself the far face peering
hugely…