American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Language Driven Poetry · Poetry

Richard Jackson

Whenever we reach into
the pockets of hope we pull out the lint of despair.
I mean, all I have to do is lift the eyelids
of the stars to see how distant you could become.

— Richard Jackson, from “No Turn On Red,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

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