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when whitman wrote, 'i sing the body electric', charles bukowski
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours -
travel, edna st. vincent millay
The railroad track is miles away ( Read more... ) -
there are poems, linda pastan
There are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
the mind
like skywriting
on a still day:
slowly the first word
drifts west,
the last letters dissolve
on the tongue,
and what is left
is the pure blue
of insight, without cloud
or comfort -
prayer for a friend, clementine von radics
This struggle we are struggling is not our own ( Read more... ) -
it's just so strange, clementine von radics
It's just so strange
You used to love me,
and now you're a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets -
superheroes, clementine von radics
When you ask me to describe fear I say my mother ( Read more... ) -
practicing, marie howe
I want to write a love poem for the girls I kissed in seventh grade,
a song for what we did on the floor in the basement
of somebody’s parents’ house, a hymn for what we didn’t say but thought:
That feels good or I like that, when we learned how to open each other’s mouths
how to move our tongues to make somebody moan. We called it practicing, and ( Read more... ) -
lady lazarus, sylvia plath
I have done it again ( Read more... ) -
appendectomy, gwendolen macewan
it’s interesting how you can brag about a scar;
I’m fascinated with mine; it’s diagonal and straight,
it suggests great skill, great speed,
it is no longer or shorter than it needs to be.
it is good how it follows my natural symmetry ( Read more... )