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E.E. Cummings

dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) —  E.E. Cummings, from “[dive for dreams],” 95 Poems. (Liveright August 17, 2002) Originally published 1958. Advertisements

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Thomas James

Dragging the Lake They are skimming the lake with wooden hooks. Where the oak throws its handful of shadows Children are gathering fireflies. I wait in the deep olive flux As their cries ricochet out of the dark. Lights spear the water. I hear the oak speak. It foists its mouthful of sibilants On a… Continue reading Thomas James

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Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old,      A running tide where moonlight burned           Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will make me sad and cold,           It is the happy heart that breaks. The heart asks more than life can give,      When that is learned, then all… Continue reading Sara Teasdale

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Sherman Alexie

On my computer, the bathroom mirror, the front door, and the refrigerator are sticky notes that share the same message: ‘I’ll respect your various hungers if you respect mine.’ — Sherman Alexie, “Scenes from a Life,” Blasphemy: New and Selected Stories. (Grove Press October 8, 2013)

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Moon, how definite its orb! Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze— ‘Tis there indeed,—but where is it not?— It is suffused o’er all the sapphire Heaven, Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake, Whose very murmur does of it partake And low and close the broad smooth mountain Is more a thing of… Continue reading Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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