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Rainer Maria Rilke

Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes That was the deep uncanny mine of souls.Like veins of silver ore, they silentlymoved through its massive darkness. Blood welled upamong the roots, on its way to the world of men,and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.Nothing else was red. There were cliffs there,and forests made of mist. There… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke

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Henry Taylor

Imagined air unweavesour losses and dissolvesourselves into ourselves,scatters us into leaves,and you and I becomewhatever words we mayhave come so far to say. — Henry Taylor, from “Learning the Language,” The Flying Change: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1985)

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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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William Blake

Cruelty has a human heartAnd jealousy a human face,Terror the human form divine,And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron,The human form a fiery forge,The human face a furnace seal’d,The human heart its hungry gorge. — William Blake, from “The Divine Image,” Songs of Innocence and of Experience. (1789)

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Louise Glück

End of Winter Over the still world, a bird callswaking solitary among black boughs. You wanted to be born; I let you be born.When has my grief ever gottenin the way of your pleasure? Plunging aheadinto the dark and light at the same timeeager for sensation as though you were some new thing, wantingto express… Continue reading Louise Glück

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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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