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Category: Poetry
Let Them Sleep
Never Happened
A Quiet Nod
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The Glory of Morning
Not So Oddly
Elizabeth Bishop in Brazil
OLTE
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Elizabeth Bishop did exactly what one is supposed to do with an unexpected windfall:Upon receiving a substantial ($2,500) traveling fellowship from Bryn Mawr College in 1951, Bishop set ...< p class="syndicated-attribution">Read More - Source: Peter Rukavina's Weblog
Low Key
I Stare At You
Seasons Change
I, Exist.
Falling Tomorrow
Evolution
Over, To and Away
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Sky Fire
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Weary I Am
As A Rule
The Explorer
Listen
That’s how this machine works
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There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock. There’s daytime silent when I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things. There’s shower silent and bath silent and […] car silent and then there’s ...Read More - Source: Live & Learn
Lightly Child, Lightly.
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Sometimes I get tired of the everythingness of everything, so I retreat to my bed and read. I read and let time fly like a bird that’s hit by a truck, and I’m in a place where peace is timeless. I overthink about doing everything that I need to do all at once, that I drown in the anxiety of ...Read More - Source: Live & Learn
From Where You Are
…his long neck folded
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All winterthe blue heron
slept among the horses.
I do not know
the custom of herons,
do not know
if the solitary habit
is their way,
or if he listened for
some missing one—
not knowing even
that was what he did—
in the blowing
sounds in the dark,
I know that
hope is the hardest
love we carry.
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