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Richard Jackson

A time comes when a single word assumes the shape it names, ungraspable still, dying into meanings that graze the heart, written only for you to read, that little hesitation in the wind, the second thoughts that fill our windows, the silence that grows unbearable between your uneven breaths that I breathe as my own.… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Robert Creeley

Tonight, nothing is long enough— time isn’t. Were there a fire, it would burn now. Were there a heaven, I would have gone long ago. I think that light is the final image. But time reoccurs, love—and an echo. A time passes love in the dark. — Robert Creeley, “The Tunnel,” The Collected Poems of… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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