Category: Poetry
Words are all we have
So Sad
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
Versus
In this poem you are by yourself.
– Catherine Wagner, from Versus
Fragments
I Sat In The Sun
I moved my chair into the sun
I sat in the sun
the way hunger is moved when called fasting.
– Jane Hirshfield
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