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Happiness is the uncle you never knew about

Happiness By Jane Kenyon There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. And how can you not forgive? You … Continue reading

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The poem I didn’t write

The Poem I Didn’t Write, by Raymond Carver Here is the poem I was going to write earlier, but didn’t because I heard you stirring. I was thinking again about that first morning in Zurich. How we woke up before … Continue reading

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Or so the story goes

A Poem: Stories When the light goes out, and the book is set down by the bedside, it all comes flooding in: the story you are reading; the story of the day; the understanding that it is a story, the … Continue reading

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Who is stronger than death

Examination at the Womb-Door by Ted Hughes Who owns those scrawny little feet?    Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face?    Death. Who owns these still-working lungs?    Death. Who owns this utility coat of muscles?    Death. Who … Continue reading

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even though the whole world is burning

 

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There was one dawn

Aubade by Louise Glück There was one summer that returned many times over there was one flower unfurling taking many forms Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses There was one love There was one love, there … Continue reading

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“ A Thousand Kisses Deep”

“We don’t write the play, we don’t produce it, we don’t direct it , and we are not even actors in it. Everybody eventually comes to the conclusion that things are not unfolding exactly the way they wanted, and that … Continue reading

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The world is no better than its places.

A Poem on Hope by Wendell Berry It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old, for hope must not depend on feeling good and there is the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight. You also … Continue reading

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No one should be writing poetry In times like these

HAZARD RESPONSE Tom Clark As in that grey exurban wasteland in Gatsby When the white sky darkens over the city Of ashes, far from the once happy valley, This daze spreads across the blank faces Of the inhabitants, suddenly deprived Of … Continue reading

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Or so the story goes.

When the light goes out, and the book is set down by the bedside, it all comes flooding in: the story you are reading; the story of the day; the understanding that it is a story, the day now past, … Continue reading

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