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Li-Young Lee

Nocturne That scraping of iron on iron when the wind    rises, what is it? Something the wind won’t    quit with, but drags back and forth. Sometimes faint, far, then suddenly, close, just    beyond the screened door, as if someone there    squats in the dark honing his wares against    my threshold.… Continue reading Li-Young Lee

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American Literature · Collection · Contemporary · Nocturne · Poetry

W. S. Di Piero

Where are you now, my poems, my sleepwalkers? No mumbles tonight? Where are you, thirst, fever, humming tedium? The sodium streetlights burr outside my window, steadfast, unreachable, little astonishments lighting the way uphill. Where are you now, when I need you most?              It’s late. I’m old.                          Come soon, you feral cats                                       among… Continue reading W. S. Di Piero

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Anthology · Classic · Collection · Excerpt · Fragment · Literature · Lyricism · Nocturne · Poetry · Renaissance

John Donne

For I am every dead thing, In whom Love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness; He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.” —  John Donne from “A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being the Shortest… Continue reading John Donne

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Classic · Excerpt · Generation of '27 · Lyricism · Modernism · Nocturne · Poetry · Spanish Culture · Spanish Literature

Federico García Lorca

“But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest…” — Federico García Lorca, from “Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne),”  Poet in New York . Translation by Greg Simon and Steven F. White. Published June 24th 1998 by… Continue reading Federico García Lorca

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