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Louise Glück

Aubade There was one summerthat returned many times overthere was one flower unfurlingtaking many forms Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses There was one loveThere was one love, there were many nights Smell of the mock orange treeCorridors of jasmine and liliesStill the wind blew There were many winters but I… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Wisława Szymborska

I RESTORE lost love.Act now! Special offer!You lie on last year’s grassbathed in sunlight to the chinwhile winds of summers pastcaress your hair and seemto lead you in a dance.For further details, write: “Dream.” — Wisława Szymborska, from “Classifieds,” Poems, New and Collected, 1957-1997. (Mariner Books; 1 edition November 16, 2000) Originally published January 1st… Continue reading Wisława Szymborska

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Nizar Qabbani

I wrote on the windThe name of my love.I wrote it on the water.I did not knowThat the wind rushes by without listening,That names dissolve in the water. — Nizar Qabbani, from “The Book of Love,” On Entering the Sea: The Erotic and Other Poetry of Nizar Qabbani (Interlink Pub Group, 2013)

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Jack Gilbert

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the wordsget it all wrong. We say bread and it means accordingto which nation. French has no word for home,and we have no… Continue reading Jack Gilbert

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André Breton

You had carved the infallible signsOf my enchantmentWith a dagger whose coral handle forks into infinitySo that your blood and mineWould become one — André Breton, from “It Was Going on Five in the Morning,” Andre Breton: Selections. (University of California Press; 1st edition October 1, 2003)

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Paul Celan

I know,I know and you know, we knew,we did not know, wewere there, after all, and not thereand at times whenonly the void stood between us we gotall the way to each other — Paul Celan , from “Soviel Gestirne” (So Many Constellations), Selected Poems and Prose of Paul Celan. (W. W. Norton & Company;… Continue reading Paul Celan

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E.E. Cummings

[)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is] )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is more silent than more than much more is or total sun oceaning than any this tear jumping from each most least eye of star and without was if minus and shall be immeasurable happenless unnow shuts more than open… Continue reading E.E. Cummings

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