Posts tagged poetry.

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.


    — Robert Frost, from “Stars”

Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.


    — W. B. Yeats, from “The Two Trees”

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You weave a spell,
I wear it on my back,
and though the chilly stars
go bone naked
we are clothed.


    — Linda Pastan, from “At the Loom”

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I think of a struck bell,
how it resonates through ribs and spine,
as your voice rings in me.


    — Laura Grace Weldon, from “Tearing Down the Schoolhouse,” in Tending 

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While on and on and on, the sparrow sings.


    — Mary Oliver, from “Truro, the Blueberry Fields”

[You have bursts and lapses,
you have words — you walk
and wait.] Your blood
is love — that’s all.


    — Cesar Pavese, from “Two Poems for T.”, trans. Geoffrey Brock

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