Poem 13: A Prayer for Numbness
May I feel the breeze in my face
And the sun on my neck.
May I see every leaf on every tree,
Every petal on every flower.
May I taste the flour and yeast
In every bite of bread -
And may I know the many hands
That labored its creation.
May I hear
The tapping rain
And rushing river
In every sip of water
I drink,
In every shower
And washing of hands.
May I laugh,
May I cry,
May I share the love and hurt
Of those around me.
May I stay awake to the world,
And have the strength to bear it.
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Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
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Yusef Komunyakaa, from "The Cage Walker", Pleasure Dome: New & Collected Poems [ID in ALT]
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Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps/Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream
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Poem 27: Heartache
When I tell you
"my heart ached"
I want you to imagine it being
filled with the warmth of a forest fire
and squeezed
like a mouse in a python's grip -
I had to cross my hands over my chest
and close my eyes
to keep from being devoured
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{Tumblr User: @poetryatmost (x)/ Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps/ Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923/ Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from 'Imitations of Drowning'/ Emily Dickinson, from "No crowd that has occurred" (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913/ Tumblr User: @poetryatmost/ Listy Tamtego Lata, from Letters of Summer Past/ Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream/ Alex Dimitrov, from "Love," in Love and Other Poems}
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— Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
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"Summer is growing old and everything is flowing into a single melancholy murmur"
~ Tomas Tranströmer, from "The Cuckoo"
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Emily Dickinson, from “No crowd that has occurred” (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
[Text ID: “August--Absorbed--Numb”]
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