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Richard Jackson

                                                                                Everything we see is a metaphor for what we don’t see. Everything we do is a metaphor for what we don’t do. If you don’t finish this poem it won’t exist. Neither will I. Where do we come from when we come to ourselves? There’s a common thread that hasn’t been established yet. —Richard… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Language Driven Poetry · Passage · Poetry

Richard Jackson

So how can I measure how much I love you? Except the way the willow measures the universe. Except the way your hair is tangled among the stars. The way the turtle’s shell reflects the night’s sky. I’m not counting on anything anymore. — Richard Jackson, from “No Turn On Red,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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