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Philip Larkin

The first day after a death, the new absence    Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind    While there is still time. — Philip Larkin, from “The Mower,” Collected Poems (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2001) Originally published October 10th 1988.

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Leonard Cohen

It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder. — Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game. (Vintage; Reprint edition October 14, 2003) Originally published January 1st 1963.

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Frank O’Hara

Ode To Tanaquil LeClercq smiling through my own memories of painful excitement your wide eyes stare         and narrow like a lost forest of childhood stolen from gypsies two eyes that are the sunset of                                              two knees                                                             two wrists                                                                             two minds and the extended philosophical column, when they conducted the dialogues                … Continue reading Frank O’Hara

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Samuel Beckett

The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. I’ve swallowed three hooks and am… Continue reading Samuel Beckett

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