Tagged: Poetry.
May 20th, 2013
Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

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[Poetry] [Excerpt] [The Constant of the Universe] [Andy Weaver] [Picture] [lostinthesounds] [favourite]
May 18th, 2013
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like
they’re falling in love with the ground.
Andrea Gibson

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[Poetry] [Andrea Gibson]
May 12th, 2013
Excerpt from “The Cinnamon Peeler” by Michael Ondaatje

Excerpt from “The Cinnamon Peeler” by Michael Ondaatje

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[The Cinnamon Peeler] [Micahel Ondaatje] [Excerpt] [Poetry] [favourite]
Because I have no right to read her love poems.
Because I’ve forgotten the geography of a woman’s shoulder, how hard
and brittle in places, how supple and stemlike in others.
Because my desire alone isn’t enough for both of us.
Because if I showed her the stars at night, she might see them as
nothing but light cracking through a frail wall, and I’d have no words to
comfort her.
Excerpt from “The Constant of the Universe” by Andy Weaver

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[Excerpt] [Poetry] [The Constant of the Universe] [Andy Weaver] [favourite]
May 7th, 2013

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
The Three Oddest Words by Wislawa Szymborksa

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[Poetry] [The Three Oddest Words] [Wislawa Szymborska]
April 28th, 2013

I don’t belong here. I know
that. But I don’t belong
anywhere else, either.
And that is at the heart
of the black depression

pressing down on me,
flattening me. I have
no place. No home. Sex,
but no real affection. I am
kept, but not cherished.
Tricks by Ellen Hopkins

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[Quote] [Book Quote] [Tricks] [Ellen Hopkins] [Poetry] [2009] [So Here I Am Midmorning]
April 13th, 2013

My dear,
Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering
Ram

Running all through the city,
Shouting so madly inside and out

About the ten thousand things
That do not matter?
Excerpt from “Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds” by Hafiz

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[Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds] [Hafiz] [Poetry] [Excerpt]
March 24th, 2013
I’m battling monsters, half-monkey, half-tarantula,
I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say I’ll give you anything.
But you never come through.
Excerpt from “Wishbone” by Richard Siken

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[Excerpt] [Poetry] [Wishbone] [Richard Siken]
March 23rd, 2013
I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t by Richard Brautigan

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[Poetry] [favourite] [I Feel Horrible She Doesn't] [Ricahrd Brautigan] [1968] [The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster]
March 11th, 2013
The beloved’s innocence
brutalizes the lover.
As the singing of a mad person
behind you on the train
enrages you,
its beautiful
animal-like teeth
shining amid black planes
of paint.
As Helen
enrages history.
Plainwater by Anne Carson

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[Poetry] [Anne Carson] [1995] [Plainwater] [Quote] [Book Quote]
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