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Sylvia Plath

Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days / I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone. / My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs. / I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light. —Sylvia Plath, from  “Witch Burning,” The Collected Poems. (San Val… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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Robert Lowell

Epilogue Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme— why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled? I hear the noise of my own voice: The painter’s vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light. But sometimes everything I write    with the threadbare art of… Continue reading Robert Lowell

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Jorie Graham

The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike the hummingbirds imagining their wings to be their heart, and swallows believing the horizon to be a line they lift and drop. —Jorie Graham, from “Mind,” Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts. (Princeton University Press;… Continue reading Jorie Graham

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