December 2010
23 posts
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[This body of mine will wear light red
will live again after all those...
– Death Agony by Cesare Pavese
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Masses of blue-black rock rose in sheer wedges to the railway line; even craning...
– Amerika by Franz Kafka
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The future unreal, unmade,
Mother will cry into the new year
with Lidia and...
– Christmas, 1970 by Sandra M. Castillo
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Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I
fall asleep, I think about a poem I might...
– The Problem by Richard Siken
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[Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin...
– A Child’s Christmas in Wales (short story) by Dylan Thomas
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Howl said, “I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he...
– Howl’s Moving Castle by Dianna Wynne Jones
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Just before the rhythm I hear falters and fades, I catch myself wondering...
– Mademoiselle O by Vladimir Nabokov
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When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie...
– The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
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It would be a waste of time just to stare at snowflakes, but she was counting,...
– Chilly Scenes of Winter by Ann Beattie
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And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.
– The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath (submitted by fishhookopeneye)
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You just can’t get away from family.
– Premonitions, by Jude Watson
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I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
– Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver
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Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the...
– La Figlia Che Piange by T.S. Eliot
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Walk forward into the light.
– The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
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And at the bottom of each of those eyes I lived, or rather another another me...
– Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino
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This is the silence of astounded souls.
– Crossing the Water by Sylvia Plath
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I feel fine,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I feel...
– Hills Like White Elephants, by Ernest Hemingway
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Waking, I cry “Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.
– A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf
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I cannot but remember
When the year grows old —
October — November —
How...
– When The Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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And clearly, as though the voice came from just behind me, I heard a melody so...
– Jacob Have I Loved, by Katherine Paterson
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The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like...
– Tulips by Sylvia Plath
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Try, try
to remember some details.
– Try To Remember Some Details by Yehuda Amichai