Posts tagged poetry.

[Like these stones
that crumble back into earth.]
Like the sound of my voice
in your mouth.


    — Paul Auster, from “Autobiography of the Eye”

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Though the book has enjoyed considerable popular success, the author refuses to relinquish the screen rights to the story.


    —

Meg Cabot, from She Went All the Way

We can only walk while there is light.


    — Allan Johnston, from “Evening Conversation”

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How about a memorial
for those who made it
through the war
but still died
before their time?


    — Jim Northrup, from “Wahbegan”

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With
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corona red
from the purpleword we sang
over, O over
the thorn.


    — Paul Celan, from “Psalm”, trans. John Felstiner

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Even though I stay in this body
sometimes I drift
sliding through
from me into you.


    — Laura Grace Weldon, from “Out of Body”, in Tending

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