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detroitlib · 2 years ago
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) 
American poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923. The poet Richard Wilbur asserted, "She wrote some of the best sonnets of the century." (Wikipedia)
From our stacks: Poem ‘Witch-Wife’ and title page from Renascence and Other Poems By Edna St. Vincent Millay. New York and London: Harper & Brothers, 1917.
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theerealcowboy · 7 months ago
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Cw for brief csa mention. Hey it’s me
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My name is Kihnindewa, I’m a 22 yr old black ndn bisexual two-spirit (they/them, thank u). I’m a tarot reader, certified reiki practitioner, a writer & im trying to move out in 2021 ! Asap, really. I’m struggling really hard to function in my current situation & my quality of life is trash.
I live on tribal grounds in a food desert. I have to drive an hour round trip to buy food & medicine, and to work. I have joint issues, driving so much is slowly making my pain more & more unbearable. And I live in the home I was s*xually ab*sed in as a child, which is extremely hard on my PTSD. And that isn’t even everything. I cannot continue to live here. I was set to move out last month, with another black ndn two-spirit friend, but I was f*red after blatant racial discrimination & everything fell apart. Anyways.
The point of this post is to promote my patreon, where I do tarot readings & post poetry every month, to secure consistent & safe income for myself. You can get familiar with my writing here* & check out some feedback from my tarot readings here & here :)
I’m currently at $272, which is amazing & I’m extremely grateful & proud. Thank you all so much for supporting me as much as u have. I would really appreciate boosting this post & considering becoming a patron if you can & you’re interested in what I do, thank you ily all so much.
Hi! This is an edit being made to this post in nearly April 2021. Since making this post, a couple things have changed. For one, I quit my disgusting job after receiving no justice for racial harassment & a white co-worker saying the n word. For two, my bills have grown lol. So, I am updating my goal to $700 to aim for fully supporting myself with this as my main source of income. Bills, food, gas, etc. This goal may go down as I work on creating another source of income (starting an actual tarot & reiki business)! I’m discouraged that I’m no longer halfway to my goal, but I’m still hopeful & I feel very loved from all of the support I’ve gotten. Thank you so much 🧿
(updated) 331/700 !!! You are all saving my life & giving me hope. No dramatics. Thank you
Patreon 💙
*aight I’ve added my writing tag up there 3 times and it just keeps disappearing ! it’s literally just “my writing” I’ll leave it on this post for u
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lifeinpoetry · 3 years ago
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The night braids my hair.
I do not dream. I do not glow.
— Tarfia Faizullah, from “Self-Portrait as Artemis,” published in Academy of American Poets
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lifeinpoetry · 3 years ago
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My body is wrapped in honey. When I step outside / I become fire.
Sara Eliza Johnson, from “Combustion,” published in Academy of American Poets
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feral-ballad · 7 months ago
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I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.
Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born”
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universitybookstore · 3 years ago
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“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”  -- Edgar Allan Poe, born January 19th, 1809.
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il-nero-virtuoso · 3 years ago
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A Love Song (First Published In 1916)
By Poet William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
What have I to say to you When we shall meet ? Yet — I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light— Only a honey-thick stain That drips from leaf to leaf And limb to limb Spoiling the colours Of the whole world.
I am alone. The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.
See me ! My hair is dripping with nectar— Starlings carry it On their black wings. See, at last My arms and my hands Are lying idle.
How can I tell If I shall ever love you again As I do now?
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sharonbphotos · 4 months ago
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“... everything in the world has been lost and lost but soon we will find it again and understand what it told us when we loved it.”
[Spring, From W.S. Merwin’s Writings to an Unfinished Accompaniment, 1973]
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detroitlib · 2 years ago
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Louise Chandler Moulton (April 10, 1835 - August 10, 1908)
 American poet, story-writer and critic. (Wikipedia)
From our stacks: Cover, illustrations “The designs by H. Winthrop Peirce. Engraved by John Andrew and Son Co., Boston.”, and poem ‘To Night’ from In the Garden of Dreams: Lyrics and Sonnets. By Louise Chandler Moulton. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1891.
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