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Robert Pinsky

Genesis According to George Segal The Spirit brooded on the water and made     The earth, and molded us out of earth. And then     The Spirit breathed Itself into our nostrils— And rested. What was the Spirit waiting for?     An image of Its nature, a looking glass?     Glass also made of dust,… Continue reading Robert Pinsky

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David Foster Wallace

We’re all terribly, terribly lonely. And there’s a way, at least in prose fiction, that can allow you to be intimate with the world and with a mind and with characters that you just can’t be in the real world. — David Foster Wallace, Whiskey Island, Spring, 1993.

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Primo Levi

And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own… Continue reading Primo Levi

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E. E. Cummings

little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see          i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as… Continue reading E. E. Cummings

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Charles Wright

At night, in the fish-light of the moon, the dead wear our white shirts To stay warm, and litter the fields. We pick them up in the mornings, dewy pieces of paper and scraps of cloth. Like us, they refract themselves. Like us, They keep on saying the same thing, trying to get it right.… Continue reading Charles Wright

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Anne Carson

The ocean reminds me              of your green room.                           There are things unbearable.                                        Scorn, princes, this little size of dying. My personal poetry is a failure.              I do not want to be a person.                           I want to be unbearable.                                        Lover to lover, the greenness of love. Cool, cooling. — Anne… Continue reading Anne Carson

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