and twists in the wind.
Spring day, too loud for talk,
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.
~ Jim Harrison, from Return
and twists in the wind.
Spring day, too loud for talk,
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.
~ Jim Harrison, from Return
into the night, how the night sky
falls into your hair—
when I think of how you stand
as if nothing in your hands
and I have nothing to offer you now
save my own wild emptiness—
~ Cecilia Woloch, from Grace
into the night, how the night sky
falls into your hair—
when I think of how you stand
as if nothing in your hands
and I have nothing to offer you now
save my own wild emptiness—
~ Cecilia Woloch, from Grace
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that my hands have done, and yet
I know almost nothing. How many losses
will it take for something like wisdom to set in?
~ Brian Turner, from Vigil
that my hands have done, and yet
I know almost nothing. How many losses
will it take for something like wisdom to set in?
~ Brian Turner, from Vigil
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