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Alison Croggon

Ars Poetica It will make no difference.But you’ll find you can’t speak without lovealthough it’s an imprisonment.Your voice must be love wrestled to unloving,the lyre at the moment of catastrophe, a silencewithin which another voice opens. You’ll speak as you must, as always,although you’ll never know why you’re listeningthrough the elisions of your stuttering heart.You’ll… Continue reading Alison Croggon


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Charles Wright

The human body is not the world, and yet it is.The world contains it, and is itself contained. Just so.The distance between the twoIs like the distance between the no and the yes,                                                                           abysmal distance,Nothing and everything, Just so. — Charles Wright, from “Body Language,” Appalachia (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998)

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John Burroughs

The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is, “Look under foot.” You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are. Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place… Continue reading John Burroughs

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Stephen Crane

A learned man came to me once.He said, “I know the way, — come.”And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened.Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of my feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, “I am lost.” — Stephen Crane,  “A… Continue reading Stephen Crane

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Robert Hass

[…] and because the light will enlarge your days, your dreams at night will be as strange as the jars of octopus you saw once in a fisherman’s boat under the summe[…]  —Robert Hass, “Late Spring,” A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry (New York: Harcourt Bracy & Company)

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Marina Tsvetaeva

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.I kiss your forehead. A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.I kiss your eyes. A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.I kiss your lips. A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.I kiss the forehead. — Marina Tsvetaeva, “A Kiss on the Forehead,” (June 5, 1917) Translation by Ilya Kaminsky and… Continue reading Marina Tsvetaeva

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