Thrush | Louise Gluck Snow began falling, over the surface of the whole earth. That can’t be true. And yet it felt true, falling more and more thickly over everything I could see. The pines turned brittle with ice. This is the place I told…
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Poetry Friday: A Brief for the Defense | Jack Gilbert
photo taken with instagram A Brief for the Defense | Jack Gilbert Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants. Otherwise the mornings…
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Poetry Friday: Wild Geese | Mary Oliver
Wild Geese | Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell…
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Poetry Friday: who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
who are you,little i | e. e. cummings who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)
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Poetry Friday: I IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert
I IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert I imagine the gods saying, We will make it up to you. We will give you three wishes, they say. Let me see the squirrels again, I tell them. Let me eat some of the great hog stuffed…
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Poetry Friday: The World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass
The World Has Need of You | Ellen Bass everything here seems to need us… —Rilke I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in counterpoint to my feet. Here I am, suspended between…
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Poetry Friday: Last night, as I was sleeping | Antonio Machado
Last night, as I was sleeping | Antonio Machado Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt — marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a…
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Poetry Friday: Good Girl | Kim Addonizio
Good Girl | Kim Addonizio Look at you, sitting there being good. After two years you’re still dying for a cigarette. And not drinking on weekdays, who thought that one up? Don’t you want to run to the corner right now for a fifth of…
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Poetry Friday: survival poem #17 | Marty McConnell
survival poem #17 | Marty McConnell because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the…