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orpheuslament · 5 months
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The Cold Outside, Marie Howe
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i don't invent, i don't yearn. i manage, i cope.
@jovialtorchlight / Margaret Atwood Half-Hanged Mary / unknown / unknown / Marie Howe What the Living Do / @/sweatermuppet3.0 (on instagram) / Tony Kushner Angels in America / Fernando Pessoa English Song; A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
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derangedrhythms · 10 months
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Marie Howe, What the Living Do; from 'Buying the Baby'
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woundgallery · 10 months
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Marie Howe from What The Living Do 
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petaltexturedskies · 10 months
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Early summer evenings, (...) everything blooming, that darkening in the trees before the sky goes dark: the sweetness of the lilacs and the grass smell…
Marie Howe, from Rochester, New York, July 1989 in "What The Living Do: Poems"
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aliasknives · 2 years
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“only love and death will change all things” —khalil gibran
anne carson, grief lessons: four plays by euripides / william shakespeare, hamlet (I.ii) / gavin hamilton, achilles lamenting the death of patroclus (1763) / jacques-louis david, andromache mourning hector (1783), mary oliver, “the kitten” / phoebe waller-bridge, fleabag (dir. harry bradbeer) / marie howe, “one of the last days” in what the living do / sophocles, elektra trans. anne carson / maxim nikiforovich vorobiev, oak fractured by lightning (1842) / richard siken, “scheherazade”
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"I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those / wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, // I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. / Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning."
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anouri · 1 year
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Marie Howe, from What the Living Do: Poems (1999)
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iwritewhatilike · 7 months
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“that first summer I lay on the grass above it as if it were / a narrow bed, just my size, and—/ lying on the ground above my brother’s body like a log/ floating on lake water above its own shadow.”
“The Grave”, Marie Howe
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faerie-aurora · 1 year
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"But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living. I remember you."
-Marie Howe, from What the Living Do
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orpheuslament · 5 months
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The Promise, Marie Howe
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arcanespillo · 10 months
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"Pain"
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derangedrhythms · 10 months
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Marie Howe, What the Living Do; from 'Prayer'
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woundgallery · 10 months
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Marie Howe from What the Living Do
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Bought my first book of the year after being on a self imposed book buying ban since Christmas. Feels good. (It’s poetry that my fav fan fic writer recommended so I’m ready to be slain)
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