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Margaret Atwood

This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath… — Margaret Atwood, from “Shapechangers in Winter,” Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995. (Virago Press Ltd October 1, 1998)

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Anthology · Canadian Culture · Canadian Literature · Classic · Collection · Compilation · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Margaret Atwood

This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath… — Margaret Atwood, from “Shapechangers in Winter,” Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995. (Virago Press Ltd October 1, 1998)

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Leonard Cohen

Beneath My Hands Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows. Wherever you move I hear the sounds of closing wings of falling wings. I am speechless because you have fallen beside me because your eyelashes are the spines of tiny fragile animals. I dread the time when your… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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