Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken.
I don’t see anything objectively.
I know myself; I’ve learned to hear like a psychiatrist.
When I speak passionately, 190 more words
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The Value of Sparrows
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn’t Frank just slip on the ice,
didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted
didn’t the night end, 1,000 more words
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“A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase… 87 more words
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Bleeding On Typewriters
(A poem that I read, and which speaks to me. Didn’t someone say that the best way to learn about someone is to see what speaks to them?) 44 more words
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The Vale of Soul-Making
Intense love always leads to mourning. — Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition May 1987)
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Today I am taking a break from my usual programming to share a poem that I adore: ‘The Myth of Innocence’ by Louise Glück. This poem comes from… 402 more words
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Tree Of Poe
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