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Muriel Rukeyser

When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you. I will still be making poems for you out of silence; silence will be falling into that silence, it is building music. — Muriel Rukeyser, “Then,”… Continue reading Muriel Rukeyser

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Elizabeth Bishop

I’ve typed myself into a fine nostalgia. — Elizabeth Bishop, letter to Robert Lowell, 14 December 1957, Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence Between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2008)

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Jennifer Michael Hecht

And how do you propose we un-knot all these tangles? Not, I trust, on the rocks below: brave souls pick a hotel from the travel guide and go. What do fools do? Don’t know. Probably the same but badly. Bombardiers stay home. Bombardiers know too much of bombs to roam. — Jennifer Michael Hecht. from… Continue reading Jennifer Michael Hecht

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Anna Funder

I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going. ― Anna Funder, Stasiland: Stories from Behind the Berlin Wall, (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition September 20, 2011)

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Theodore Roethke

Fourth Meditation 1 I was always one for being alone, Seeking in my own way, eternal purpose; At the edge of the field waiting for the pure moment; Standing, silent, on sandy beaches or walking along green embankments; Knowing the sinuousness of small waters: As a chip or shell, floating lazily with a slow current…… Continue reading Theodore Roethke

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