September 2010
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That is why these poems are so sad/
The long dead...
On the last day of the Jewish year, the child is present a the solemn ceremony of Rosh Hashanah. He hears thousands of slaves cry out in unison, “Blessed be the Almighty!” Not so long ago, he too would have knelt down, and with such worship, such awe, such love! But this day, he does not kneel, he stands. The human creature, humiliated and offended in ways that are inconceivable to the mind or...
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Burn with me! The only music is time, the only...
If the heart were pure enough, but it is not pure, you would admit that nothing compels you any more, nothing at all abides, but nostalgia and desire, the two-way ladder between heaven and hell. On the threshold of the last mystery, at the brute absolute hour, you have looked into the eyes of your creature self, which are glazed with madness, and you say he is not broken but endures, limber and...
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i'm truly not a child of the ocean... but a child...
. A small, tired star raced up ahead and the highway’s asphalt shone, showing where the earth was, where the horizon’s razor lay in wait, and the black spider of evening and night, widow of so many dreams. Adam Zagajewski
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she is so gentle, so much wing, so much farewell,...
- Anatomy and Physiology Ryler Dustin From the bottom of four chambers and a sense of not owning anything, this is a love poem.
From when I pressed my ear to your stomach and said, Can you believe that right now blood is lacing itself through all those cells? How, near this curve, liquid is drained by the kidneys? How, up here, breath dissolves into heat?
You were born with all the eggs you...
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