February 2012
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Wendy Cope, "Valentine"
My heart has made its mind up And I’m afraid it’s you. Whatever you’ve got lined up, My heart has made its mind up And if you can’t be signed up This year, next year will do. My heart has made its mind up And I’m afraid it’s you.
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Yehuda Amichai, "Forgetting Someone"
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember.
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January 2012
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Pablo Neruda, "If You Forget Me"
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if...
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I’m not particularly depressed. There’s just no momentum. There’s no desire to...
– Ted Bundy
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Louise Glück, "Siren"
I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn’t want to go to Chicago with you. I wanted to marry you, I wanted Your wife to suffer. I wanted her life to be like a play In which all the parts are sad parts. Does a good person Think this way? I deserve Credit for my courage— I sat in the dark on your front porch. Everything was clear to me: If your wife...
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Ryan Vine, "Where I Am With You"
Waking from a nap, we stand at the window watching dark clouds crawl across the sky, whip state-sized wisps down and out and up. Lights come on early, and people below on the street scurry and bumble about My arm around you, you say— Let it rain, let it pour.
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Judith Viorst, "True Love"
It is true love because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day Even when there’s no one here but him, And because I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers Even though I am philosophically opposed to football, And because When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the...
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Rainer Maria Rilke, "You Darkness"
You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything; shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them!— powers and people—
and it is possible a great energy is moving near me.
I have faith in nights.
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Wislawa Szymborska, "Drinking Wine"
He looked at me, bestowing beauty, and I took it for my own. Happy, I swallowed a star.
I let him invent me in the image of the reflection in his eyes. I dance, I dance in an abundance of sudden wings.
A table is a table, wine is wine in a wineglass, which is a wineglass and it stands standing on a table but I am a phantasm, a phantasm beyond belief, a phantasm to the core.
I tell him...
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May Swenson, "The Key to Everything"
Is there anything I can do or has everything been done or do you prefer somebody else to do it or don’t you trust me to do it right or is it hopeless and no one can do a thing or do you suppose I don’t really want to do it and am just saying that or don’t you hear me at all or what?
You’re waiting for the right person the doctor or the nurse the father or the mother or the person...
December 2011
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Nate Slawson, "you are cherry now and later’s®"
before it gets all rat poison in my gut I’m gonna lie down on the sidewalk in front of your apartment & pretend it’s railroad tracks. I been walking up & down your street since like 1992. now all I think about is you & you know I’m sweet on you, would sing my favorite mr. t experience songs to you over the telephone. you can call me anything you want but I am not your...
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Rainer Maria Rilke, "You Who Never Arrived"
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me – the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the...
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William Carlos Williams, "This is Just to Say"
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
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Your job is to be ignored. Nobody’s to acknowledge you whatsoever. You...
– sleeptalking
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Veronica Shoffstall, "After a While"
After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean possession and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child.
And you...
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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make...
– Charles Bukowski
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Anne Sexton, "Lessons in Hunger"
“Do you like me?” I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, and I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort...
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Hyacinth"
I am in love with him To whom a hyacinth is dearer Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice Are abroad, he cannot sleep. He hears their narrow teeth At the bulbs of his hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart He does not hear.
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Rod McKuen, "Room"
Ceiling cracks, dusty woodwork, a spider’s web half started, I know this room by heart. I find my way from bed to toilet in the middle of the darkest night.
Half asleep or wide awake I need no map to help me thread my way past and in between the obstacles that fill up full this empty room
I’d post a letter but I don’t know your address. I’d call but how would I...
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Nate Slawson, "you are 1992"
all night we should go arson & I want nuclear fingertips so I can scrawl dirty words into the bottoms of your feet. I beg you because it feels so good begging you & I wanna beg forever if that’s what’s gonna get me buried inside the buttons behind your buttons. so all damn night? my heavy metal records turned up real loud, your hips & how about we buzzsaw all this fucking...
November 2011
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