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the rose :: jean valentine

a labyrinth,
as if at its center,
god would be there—
but at the center, only rose,
where rose came from,
where rose grows—
& us, inside of the lips & lips: 51 more words

Poems

Father Lynch Returns from the Dead, by Jean Valentine

There’s one day a year
they can return,
if they want.
He says he won’t again.
I ask what it’s like—
he quotes St. Paul: 22 more words

Poetry

Writing With Dream Fragments

I’m a night person (although I’m a morning writer) and I enjoy being up after the world has slowed and the business of the day has ended. 373 more words

The Poet In The World

More with Elise

Stunned by how hard this is. Made it through a day of teaching and mostly held my shit together — even managed to tell the nice coffee lady why I was sad without breaking even one tear — but I’m stunned by how much this hurts. 366 more words

Looking

Your name is a - bird

“Amidst the dust of bookshops, wide dispersed
And never purchased there by anyone,
Yet similar to precious wines, my verse can wait
Its time will come.”
127 more words
Poetry

"a kiss on the forehead" :: marina tsvetaeva

new versions from the russian by ilya kaminsky and jean valentine
read the translator’s notes

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead. 33 more words

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