A Poet Reflects: Archive

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Lament (Whom will you cry to, heart?)

elina-astra: Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, your path struggles on through incomprehensible mankind. All the more futile perhaps for keeping to its direction, keeping on toward the future, toward what has been lost. Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe. But now the whole tree of my jubilation is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow...

Mar 1st

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Mar 1st

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Mar 1st

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Mar 1st

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Feb 28th

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Derek Walcott, "Love After Love" →

sharingpoetry: The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows...

Feb 28th

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Feb 28th

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Feb 27th

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Feb 27th

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Feb 27th

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Feb 26th

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Feb 26th

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Feb 26th

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“It’s ok, because I didn’t like me much either.”

– Sam (via existentialfunk)

Feb 26th

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Feb 26th

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the-final-sentence: “[Poetry is a life-cherishing force. And it requires a vision— a faith, to use an old-fashioned term. Yes, indeed. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes to let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.] Yes, indeed.” Mary Oliver, from A Poetry Handbook

Feb 26th

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“One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.”

– Voltaire (1694-1778)

Feb 26th

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