Tag: heartache
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Winter is Always
Winter is always wintering It covers up its wilderness The hour before bedtime and the minutes After departure, It freezes bodies in the pantomime of quietus A flicker of breath. Fogging the darkness is the only sign of life, Reaching out and pulling back. Everything is prevented from blooming Except in the flash fires that…
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A Woven or Knitted Material
Made and unmade just As the fabric of her mind that knows and does Not know her mind and can’t Make or unmake at all; it is Only fabric: Toile clusters of late 18th-century pastoral flirting It forgets and remembers As an iron rose become suddenly Thick and pink Performing the blush is exactly The…
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Bloom’s End
I tried to live at the top of that tree In twigs, no matter the frailty The green blaze, a din of temporality Swept through with reserve I fell to the trunk The spine of an open book Roofed over my heart: The Return of the Native Eustacia Vye’s heart and mine Loosed in Egdon…
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The Performance
She wanted to but could not; Chest hot with words Mouth even opened so Each bee could charge forth She assailed to the pillow Softness breaking into The even-softer — And I realize she hasn’t changed Even in the face of all this she hasn’t changed Enough to express a dislike for Chinese food…
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Requisite
Anything but hunger — ing After all of this Appetite Has settled Down debris, be seated Pillage and core Rows upon rows of deserted homes Wanting kin Each Friday evening set to burn But too empty to catch, quite Human hunger in the Autumn Is better than none For anything Why dreaming…
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I Don’t Love Like Still Waters
IN POESY: I don’t love / Like still waters / Unless those waters / Are on fire
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Arm(ed)
IN POESY: Maybe I’ve loved arms / For all these years Because I hold you in my arms / After a period without any arms
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The Red Armchair, By Picasso
Seventy fingers entwined / Resting on my manifold thighs / Pointing all directions / Mostly behind
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