February 2012
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Poland’s Nobel poet Wislawa Szymborska dies at 88.
“Astonishing is an epithet concealing a logical trap. We’re astonished, after all, by things that deviate from some well known and universally acknowledged norm, from an obviousness we’ve grown accustomed to. Granted, in daily speech, where we don’t stop to consider every word, we all use phrases like “the ordinary world,” “ordinary...
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Priscilla Becker, "Math Poem"
poetryeater:
Because it will not snow we calculate in inches our quietism.
The whiteness of our eyes diminishes as from the year’s prophetic poison, our long drag finishes.
I found it democratic leaving sloughings of ourselves in every coffee shop, pseudo-
scientific. The tally under- whelms. But still I collect specimen, I line the shelves.
The virtual calendar subtracts. Examining my maps:...
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In the increasingly convincing darkness the words become palpable, like a fruit that is too beautiful to eat.
John Ashbery
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drunkship-oflanterns asked: you have an enchanting blog (:
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Roots and leaves themselves alone are these, Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter than vines, Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the sun is risen, Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living sea, to you O sailors! Frost-mellow’d berries...
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“The roots of words are only phantoms behind which stand the strings of the...”
– Velimir Khlebnikov
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Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
The uses of Sorrow, Mary Oliver.
