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Major Jackson

Beyond the limits of myself, there is you, a wind-waveof fading light on a square of cottage pane,a final mix of golden prairie in my mind.I am the impoverished heir of blackened gum quarters,your crosswalk & roofline of foul pigeons. Dear Sibilant Stir & Kick:see that tall grass on the ceiling, that burst of dusted… Continue reading Major Jackson

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W.B. Yeats

I broke my heart in twoSo hard I struck.What matter? for I knowThat out of rock,Out of a desolate source,Love leaps upon its course. — W.B. Yeats, from “His Confidence” in “Words for Music Perhaps,” The Winding Stair and Other Poems (Macmillan, 1933)

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Jack Gilbert

You hear yourself walking on the snow.You hear the absence of the birds.A stillness so complete, you hearthe whispering inside of you. Alonemorning after morning, and even moreat night. They say we are born alone,to live and die alone. But they are wrong.We get to be alone by time, by luck,or by misadventure. — Jack… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Federico Garcia Lorca

They’ve bought me a shell.          It sings insidea sea on a map.My heartfills up with waterwith a little fishshadow & silver. They’ve brought me a shell. —Federico Garcia Lorca, “Caracola,” Lorca/Blackburn: Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca chosen and translated by Paul Blackburn. Small Pr Distribution, 1979

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Nin Andrews

My Aphrodisiac Now that you are gone, I want to tell you, you are wrong. About everything. Consider perspective as a case in point. You loved to inform me that far-away things appear smaller. I am here to tell you that distant things grow bigger. Missing objects are the largest of all. Their shadows can… Continue reading Nin Andrews

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