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Jack Gilbert

Poem For Laura Now come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart, splendidly you come promising sorrow. And knowing, I bless your coming with trees of love, singing, singing even to the night. The princely mornings will fail when you… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Pablo Neruda

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don’t weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don’t weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Richard Jackson

Across the piazza a violinist is playing for coins, playing as if to cover the cough of the moon, as if he were tending the wound of some distant star. This is a good time to toast your love. You may mention the uncut meadow, the haystacks waiting to take shape, how all the roads… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Robert Hass

Meditation at Lagunitas All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking. The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown- faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk of that black birch is, by his presence, some tragic falling off… Continue reading Robert Hass

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Vera Pavlova

Who will winter my immortality with me? Who will thaw with me? Come what may, I shall never trade the earthly love for the subterranean. I still have time to turn into flowers, clay, white-eyed memory … But while we are mortal, my love, to you nothing will be denied. — Vera Pavlova, “89″ If… Continue reading Vera Pavlova

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Robinson Jeffers

[M]an, you might say, is nature dreaming, but rock And water and sky are constant—to feel Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural Beauty, is the sole business of poetry. The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas, The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason. — Robinson Jeffers,… Continue reading Robinson Jeffers

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