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Richard Jackson

A time comes when a single word assumes the shape it names, ungraspable still, dying into meanings that graze the heart, written only for you to read, that little hesitation in the wind, the second thoughts that fill our windows, the silence that grows unbearable between your uneven breaths that I breathe as my own.… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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American Culture · American Literature · Anthology · Classic · Collection · Compilation · Contemporary · Excerpt · Language Driven Poetry · Passage · Poetry

Richard Jackson

Across the piazza a violinist is playing for coins, playing as if to cover the cough of the moon, as if he were tending the wound of some distant star. This is a good time to toast your love. You may mention the uncut meadow, the haystacks waiting to take shape, how all the roads… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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