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Wallace Stevens

The Motive for Metaphor You like it under the trees in autumn, Because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves And repeats words without meaning. In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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Muriel Barbery

Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person’s soul something like endless breathing. ― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog. (Europa Editions; 1st edition September 2, 2008)… Continue reading Muriel Barbery

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Ashley Anna McHugh

There are some things we just don’t talk about— Not even in the morning, when we’re waking, When your calloused fingers tentatively walk The slope of my waist:                                           How love’s a rust-worn boat, Abandoned at the dock—and who could doubt Waves lick their teeth, eyeing its hull? We’re taking Our wreckage as a promise,… Continue reading Ashley Anna McHugh

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Anne Spollen

Then you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words… Continue reading Anne Spollen

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Dana Levin

Six monarch butterfly cocoons       clinging to the back of your throat—       you could feel their gold wings trembling. You were alarmed. You felt infested. In the downstairs bathroom of the family home,       gagging to spit them out—             and a voice saying Don’t, don’t— — Dana Levin, “Ars Poetica (cocoons),” Wedding Day.… Continue reading Dana Levin

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