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Audre Lorde

Do not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars watching you move slowly out of my bed saying we cannot waste time only ourselves. — Audre Lorde, from “Movement Song,” The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde (W. W. Norton and Company Inc. 1997)

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Muriel Rukeyser

something about desire something about murder something about my death something about madness something about light something of breaking open sing me to sleep and morning my dreams are all a waking — Muriel Rukeyser, from “Breaking Open,” The Collected Poems. (University of Pittsburgh Press; 1 edition May 10, 2006)

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Jack Gilbert

We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning that comes just after darkness. We can break through marriage into marriage. By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond affection and wade mouth-deep into love. We must unlearn the constellations to see the… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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Louise Glück

I am tired of having hands she said
 I want wings— But what will you do without your hands
 to be human? I am tired of human
 she said
 I want to live on the sun— — Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda,” Poems 1962-2012. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux July 8, 2014)  Originally published January 1st… Continue reading Louise Glück

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W. G. Sebald

Smoke will stir no more, no more the trees, now evening closes on the colours of the village. An end is come to the workings of shadow. The response of the landscape expects no answer. —  , “Smoke will stir,” Across the Land and the Water: Selected Poems, 1964-2001, translated by Ian Galbraith (Random House,… Continue reading W. G. Sebald

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