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Salt shining behind its glass cylinder. Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum. The cat stretching her black body from the pillow. The way...

When death comes  like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the ...

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave. Green leaves—you may b...

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself...

Skelmersdale is an interesting place as you have the full range of society plus a little bit extra.  Most people are quite negative about S...

The wisest men follow their own directions And listen to no prophet guiding them. None but the fools believe in oracles, Forsaking their ...

The year began with baleful auguries: comets, eclipses, tremors, forest fires,  the waves lethargic under a coat of pitch  the length of the...

Thanks to terrorism, the State and its political beneficiaries can, as if by magic, become “good” because – after sacrificing a small portio...

I typed the brief phrase. "Bush's War," At the top of a sheet of white paper. Having some dim intuition of a poem Made lumi...

All poets adore explosions, thunderstorms, tornadoes, conflagrations, ruins, scenes of spectacular carnage. The poetic imagination is not at...

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out...

“But that is who we are, that is where we come from. We are the offspring of metropolitan annihilation and destruction, of the war of a...

He may rejoice and be content  Who does not know these men.  They borrow gold at five per cent  And lend it out at ten.  They're never s...

I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets...

When we look into a mirror we think the image that confronts us is accurate. But move a millimetre and the image changes. We are actually lo...

How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be...

In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms,...

At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, ...

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,    takes on a used-up, feather-duster look    within a week. The ivy’s spring reconnaissan...

Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over the roots of a sweet gum tree, in search of me...

Side by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London, In the miraculous Apri...

1 There is a gold light in certain old paintings That represents a diffusion of sunlight. It is like happiness, when we are happy. ...

Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving down the page Where you sit r...

“America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.”

The night is already quiet and I am bound in the rise and fall: learning to wish always for more. This is the means, the extension to ...

2. Despite the skinny ties, rivers of booze, slightly-less-fat-January Joneses, and big houses in Connecticut–everyone one is deeply, irrepa...

Who knows of a better world should step forward. Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva, this saliva worn upon the c...

Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. The cards are backed w...

War is no longer declared, only continued. The monstrous has become everyday. The hero stays away from battle. The weak have gone to the...

Wherever we turn in the storm of roses, the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes, rumbli...

At 29 years old, encouraged by her sister-in-law, Lenù reads for the first time Carla Lonzi’s 1970 feminist pamphlet,  Let’s Spit on Hegel: ...

I made an arrogant statement: these women are stupid. Cultured women, in comfortable circumstances, they broke like knick-knacks in the hand...

I have had a recurrent New York dream for the past 20 years. In it, I'm not there in flesh and blood: I'm more a bundle of perceptio...

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon...

It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted...secretly, it was being ...

Always be drunk. That's it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding yo...

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, is...

A laverock in its house of air is singing May morning, May morning, and its trills drift High on the flatland's abstract hill In the ...

Day by nomadic day Our anniversaries go by, Dates anchored in an inner sky, To utmost ground, interior clay. It was September blue When...

Buddha replied, “Whatsoever you do, do it with awareness; this is meditation. Walking, walk attentively, as if walking is everything; eating...

"I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exi...

It is the awaited hour Over the table falls Interminably The lamp’s spread hair Night turns the window to immensity There is no one her...

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again...

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes int...

Each day the engine of my gratefulness must be coaxed and primed into action. Of course like any old clunker, it would just as soon stay ...

Ah, ah cries the crow arching toward the heavy sky over the marina. Lands on the crown of the palm tree. Ah, ah slaps the urgent cove of ...

Pray to whomever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under ...