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Carole Glasser Langille

When You’re Not Here and When You Are Waking early, alone, I crave the ripening hay in your field, the smell of weeds tangled in brine, and along the inland road, honeysuckle, sharp as juice sucked from raw crabs by the cove. Oh, the fine wet inside of your flowers in your field after rain.… Continue reading Carole Glasser Langille

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Nathaniel Hawthorne

It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, from “The Prophetic Pictures,” Twice-Told Tales. (Palala Press September 21,… Continue reading Nathaniel Hawthorne

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T.S. Eliot

Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. — T.S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Waste Land and Other… Continue reading T.S. Eliot

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John Berryman

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.    After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,    we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy    (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored    means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no   … Continue reading John Berryman

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Anne Sexton

One thing I know about death is that it touches my psyche and mumbles in her magnificently unknown words; it floats within me and wanders through my bones every day. —  Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. Edited by Lois Ames. (Mariner Books October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.

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