obsessed with these comments abt hope and love
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where’s your sense of self?
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry / Goekhan Erdogan / intangible, madisen kuhn / Bi-Weekly, Claudia Keep / ‘Sea of Lanterns’ by Anne Michaels
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Elizabeth Bishop, from The Complete Poems, 1927-1979
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I do hate the folk I love —
They hurt so:
Their least word and act may be
Cause of woe.
‘Won’t you come to tea with me’
I’m so tired, I’ve been to church.’
Such folk say.
All the dreary afternoon
I must clutch
At the strength to love like them —
Not too much.
— LESBIA HARFORD, “The Folk I Love”.
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i wrote this poem while trying to deal with the grief of not being the daughter my mother wanted. it’s probably the hardest thing i’ve ever had to write.
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this lesbian love note in a thrifted book has overcome me like it really is all about love it has always been and will always be
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Ada Limón interviewed by Lauren LeBlanc
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rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
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does anybody have that cat poem, you know the one. not mary oliver's poem. the one about a cat growing up with you like brothers but him still being small whereas you've grown tall. i need a good cry
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‘I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless, and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life’
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Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems
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TO DO LIST AT THE END OF THE WORLD by @saintsebastianarchie (Me)
TO DO LIST AT THE END OF THE WORLD
1. Get eggs, get bread.
2. Linger in the grocery store. Stare at the skid marks left by years of trolleys with broken wheels. Cry a little in the frozen foods aisle.
3. Take the bus home. Thank the driver. Look out the window. Crane your neck as far as it can go. Look at as much as your eyes will allow.
4. When you get home, slice up a tomato, or an orange, or an apple, or anything with seeds. Anything that can grow. Plant it in the concrete, knowing it will never grow.
5. Find a way to be OK with point number 4.
6. Lie down and imagine germination, imagine life, imagine birth. How hair grows and children get taller and taller, how eggs hatch and bread rises.
7. Say all the things you've never said, say them out loud. Quietly and slowly. Take your time.
8. Don't drink. Or buy shoes. Or go online, or whatever you do to cope usually. Walk. Talk to yourself. Stick your tongue out. Make faces in the mirror.
9. Dinnertime. Crack the unhatched eggs, toast the bread on your stove. Scramble and add spice. Add salt.
10. Go to sleep. Do nothing else. Dream of your 5th birthday party. Be content in the knowledge that you have loved.
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e.e. cummings, “who are you,little i”, Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “who are you,little i // (five or six years old) / peering from some high // window;at the gold /// of november sunset // (and feeling:that if day / has to become night // this is a beautiful way)”]
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ordinary things, s.t
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Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once again…
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