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W.B. Yeats

A Man Young And Old I First Love THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty’s murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway stood Until I thought her body bore A heart of flesh and blood. But since I laid a hand thereon And found a heart of stone I… Continue reading W.B. Yeats

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John Koethe

I write these things and wish that they were mine, But they’re really no one’s: the stories they disclose Are pieced together from the possibilities I harbor at the center of my heart, Of things I heard or simply might have heard And saw or wished I’d seen John Koethe, from “The Other Side of… Continue reading John Koethe

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Kimberly Grey

                                Portuguese – untranslatable word referring                                 to the feeling of longing for something or someone                                that you love, which is lost. We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin ends where skin ends. It’s mapless. I want to be borrowed, to be assembled, again. To feel… Continue reading Kimberly Grey

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Sylvia Plath

It is so beautiful to have no attachments! I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find, it whatever it is? I wait and ache. — Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women; A Poem For Three Voices,” The Collected Poems. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Reprint edition September 2, 2008)

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