Posts tagged poetry.

I look at you
Across those fires and the dark.


    — Weldon Kees, from “Late Evening Song”

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Do you know how, most days, it’s the little things that kill you?


    — Rachel McKibbens, from “The Bra

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Recovering
I breathed to myself, ‘Hold on! I’m coming.’


    — Helen Dunmore, from “Three Ways of Recovering a Body”

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[But come here, fear.]
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.


    — Joy Harjo, from “I Give You Back”

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And God says to me:
God is I.


    —

Daniil Kharms, from “Untitled, September 14, 1931” in Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings, trans. by Matvei Yankelevich

But do you think they could die?


    — Alice Notley, from “Locust” in In the Pines

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