Author: Justin
You’ve Got to Tell Somebody
but (now and then) you’ve got to tell somebody
and a reader has I guess, in spite of all, ears.
– from Robert Kroetsch, for a poet who has stopped writing
In The Space Between Seasons
If I have something important to say
I hope I live here long enough
To say it gracefully. The wind moves
Everything. Nothing is exempt.
In the space between seasons
Which is one night in a life,
The corn beats inside its stalks, waiting for bloom.
The wheat flowers, falls easily.
The clouds become enormous & have names.
– from Lucie Brock-Broido, Magnum Mysterium
As If I Could Not
as if I had never walked
except with you, my heart,
as if I could not walk
except with you,
as if I could not sing
except when you sing.
– from Pablo Neruda, Epithalamium
When I Wake Up
Very Little
It all comes down to very little, but that very little is so much.
Versus
In this poem you are by yourself.
– Catherine Wagner, from Versus
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