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Kamran Mir Hazar

A desire for the pulse to drop, In the cleft of a ruby; the fruit of Badakhshan ; and a crying face; In the birth of eyelashes and the soft fabric of shivering dew, To appear and to nestle between tresses —Kamran Mir Hazar, from “A Bronzed Face And Tiny Purple Veins,” Poetry International: Afghanistan.… Continue reading Kamran Mir Hazar

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William Faulkner

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it. —  William Faulkner, The Town: A Novel of the Snopes Family.… Continue reading William Faulkner

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time cannot break the bird’s wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, “To a Young Poet,” Collected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay. (HarpPeren July 10, 1981) Originally published 1956.

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Michael Ondaatje

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for this all to be marked on my body when I… Continue reading Michael Ondaatje

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Mary Oliver

It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light. —Mary Oliver, “How Heron Comes,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems. (Beacon Press; 1St Edition edition… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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