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Richard Jackson

After all this love, after the birds rip like scissorsthrough the morning sky, after we leave, when the emptybed appears like a collapsed galaxy, or the wake ofdisturbed air behind a plane, after that, as the wind turnsto stone, as the leaves shriek, you are still breathinginside my own breath. The lighthouse on the far… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Sometimes it seems that all our words, even those for love,are written in another language. And yet they still arrive,distant, full of their own silences which may be whatallows us to invent another story, what saves us. What isthe word for the kind of love the woman shows now?A word that contains the whole story… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

In the pine woods […] north of herestarlight never touches the ground.Somewhere in there the cuckoo will begin to sing.I don’t think there is a moment we havethat is not taking place somewhere else,or a love that doesn’t lead us, sometimesdeftly, further from ourselves. — Richard Jackson, from “Worlds Apart,” The Heart as Framed: New… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

This afternoon a flock of dovessettled on my porch. Their silence took the shapeof all I ever wanted to say. Today, the miraclewe want aches inside the trees. Why believeanything except what is unbelievable?[…] Now the leavesturn into messages that are simply impossible to read.The roots turn into roads as they break throughthe surface. How… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Even before I touch you:how you start to imitate the way the ground fogwavers across the grass. Some nights the dewseems to soak the stars. Your laugh settlingin the corners. Your words weeding the flowers. — Richard Jackson, from “Things I Forgot to Put on My Reminder List,” The Heart as Framed: New and Select… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

And this morning, / above us, invisible stars the daylight hides begin to map for us, / secretly, new paths our hearts had seemed to despair of,–those /vapor trails that linger longer than they are supposed to, the wake / of the boat that echoes perhaps endlessly, shore to shore,– if only / we can… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Suddenly it seems memory is impossible.Who can say what fills the coffin of the moment?Are we, then, like moths at a candle, glowinglonger than life is left in us? I don’t knowhow much longer it is possible to stay in a poemlike this one, sifting through the ashes of the future. —Richard Jackson, from “Possibility,”… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Place Message Here         I knew that somewhere Jesus wept.         –Larry Brown, Dirty Work That was when our love began for me, though late,the way a flock of darkness settles over your shoulders.I remember the muted reflections that smudged the waterprowling among the lingering rocks, a snail crawlingout of its shell, the drizzle of… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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