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    @Vasilisa thank you!!

    The simplistic beauty of this poem moves me beyond words:

    the lesson of the falling leaves

    the leaves believe
    such letting go is love
    such love is faith
    such faith is grace
    such grace is god.
    i agree with the leaves.

    -Lucille Clifton


    What Work Is

    We stand in the rain in a long line
    waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
    You know what work is--if you're
    old enough to read this you know what
    work is, although you may not do it.
    Forget you. This is about waiting,
    shifting from one foot to another.
    Feeling the light rain falling like mist
    into your hair, blurring your vision
    until you think you see your own brother
    ahead of you, maybe ten places.
    You rub your glasses with your fingers,
    and of course it's someone else's brother,
    narrower across the shoulders than
    yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin
    that does not hide the stubbornness,
    the sad refusal to give in to
    rain, to the hours wasted waiting,
    to the knowledge that somewhere ahead
    a man is waiting who will say, "No,
    we're not hiring today," for any
    reason he wants. You love your brother,
    now suddenly you can hardly stand
    the love flooding you for your brother,
    who's not beside you or behind or
    ahead because he's home trying to
    sleep off a miserable night shift
    at Cadillac so he can get up
    before noon to study his German.
    Works eight hours a night so he can sing
    Wagner, the opera you hate most,
    the worst music ever invented.
    How long has it been since you told him
    you loved him, held his wide shoulders,
    opened your eyes wide and said those words,
    and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never
    done something so simple, so obvious,
    not because you're too young or too dumb,
    not because you're jealous or even mean
    or incapable of crying in
    the presence of another man, no,
    just because you don't know what work is.

    - Phillip Levine
    Cloths of Heaven

    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

    - W.B. Yeats
    [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
    By E. E. Cummings

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


    if everything happens that can't be done
    e.e. cummings

    if everything happens that can't be done
    (and anything's righter
    than books
    could plan)
    the stupidest teacher will almost guess
    (with a run
    skip
    around we go yes)
    there's nothing as something as one

    one hasn't a why or because or although
    (and buds know better
    than books
    don't grow)
    one's anything old being everything new
    (with a what
    which
    around we come who)
    one's everyanything so

    so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough
    (and birds sing sweeter
    than books
    tell how)
    so here is away and so your is a my
    (with a down
    up
    around again fly)
    forever was never till now

    now i love you and you love me
    (and books are shuter
    than books
    can be)
    and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
    (with a shout
    each
    around we go all)
    there's somebody calling who's we

    we're anything brighter than even the sun
    (we're everything greater
    than books
    might mean)
    we're everyanything more than believe
    (with a spin
    leap
    alive we're alive)
    we're wonderful one times one


    to name but a few of the gossamer strands of words linked together that have the power to breathe a tiny breath and move the implacable mountain inside of me to its knees.

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    Understand, I'll slip quietly
    away from the noisy crowd
    when I see the pale stars
    rising, booming, over the oaks
    I'll pursue solitary pathways
    through the pale twilit meadows
    with only this one dream...
    you come too
    -Rainer Maria Rilke

    When I am dead you'll find it hard
    said he
    To ever find another man
    Like me
    What makes you think
    As I suppose
    You do
    I'd ever want another man
    Like you?
    -Eugene Fitch Ware
    - MB

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    Coda by Dorothy Parker

    There's little in taking or giving,
    There's little in water or wine;
    This living, this living, this living
    Was never a project of mine.
    Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
    The gain of the one at the top,
    For art is a form of catharsis,
    And love is a permanent flop,
    And work is the province of cattle,
    And rest's for a clam in a shell,
    So I'm thinking of throwing the battle -
    Would you kindly direct me to hell?

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    The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice --
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    "Mend my life!"
    each voice cried.
    But you didn't stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do --
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.

    ~ Mary Oliver ~
    "Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"

    “Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft

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    Quote Originally Posted by Nicodemus View Post
    Coda by Dorothy Parker

    There's little in taking or giving,
    There's little in water or wine;
    This living, this living, this living
    Was never a project of mine.
    Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
    The gain of the one at the top,
    For art is a form of catharsis,
    And love is a permanent flop,
    And work is the province of cattle,
    And rest's for a clam in a shell,
    So I'm thinking of throwing the battle -
    Would you kindly direct me to hell?
    One ship drives east and another drives west,
    With the self-same winds that blow,
    ’Tis the set of the sails
    And not the gales
    That tell them the way to go.
    Like the winds of the sea are the winds of fate,
    As we voyage along through life,
    ’Tis the set of the soul
    That decides its goal
    And not the calm or the strife.
    "We knew he was someone who had a tragic flaw, that's where his greatness came from"

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    I love this poem but the scientific inaccuracies drive me insane:

    Flying at Night

    Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
    Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
    like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
    some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
    snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
    back into the little system of his care.
    All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
    tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

    Ted Kooser

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    Quote Originally Posted by HelenOfTroy View Post
    One ship drives east and another drives west,
    With the self-same winds that blow,
    ’Tis the set of the sails
    And not the gales
    That tell them the way to go.
    Like the winds of the sea are the winds of fate,
    As we voyage along through life,
    ’Tis the set of the soul
    That decides its goal
    And not the calm or the strife.
    The Veteran by Dorothy Parker

    When I was young and bold and strong,
    Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
    My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
    I rode away to right the world.
    "Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
    And wept there was but once to die.

    But I am old; and good and bad
    Are woven in a crazy plaid.
    I sit and say, "The world is so;
    And he is wise who lets it go.
    A battle lost, a battle won -
    The difference is small, my son."

    Inertia rides and riddles me,
    The which is called Philosophy.

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    since feeling is first
    e.e. cummings

    since feeling is first
    who pays any attention
    to the syntax of things
    will never wholly kiss you;
    wholly to be a fool
    while Spring is in the world

    my blood approves,
    and kisses are a better fate
    than wisdom
    lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
    —the best gesture of my brain is less than
    your eyelids' flutter which says

    we are for each other: then
    laugh, leaning back in my arms
    for life's not a paragraph

    And death i think is no parenthesis

    ( I have part of this as a tattoo )
    ~I'm looking California, and feeling Minnesota.

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    Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
    Indicative that suns go down;
    The notice to the startled grass
    That darkness is about to pass.

    - emily dickenson

    (^^i love everything about this poem, the crisp sounds, the gorgeous imagery, it's all magic.)

    Aquatic Nocturne- Sylvia Plath

    deep in liquid
    turquoise slivers
    of dilute light

    quiver in thin streaks
    of bright tinfoil
    on mobile jet:

    pale flounder
    waver by
    tilting silver:

    in the shallows
    agile minnows
    flicker gilt:

    grapeblue mussels
    dilate lithe and
    pliant valves:

    dull lunar globes
    of blubous jellyfish
    glow milkgreen:

    eels twirl
    in wily spirals
    on elusive tails:

    adroir lobsters
    amble darkly olive
    on shrewd claws:

    down where sound
    comes blunt and wan
    like the bronze tone
    of a sunken gong.

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    Slums, years, have buried you. I would not dare
    Console you if I could. What can be said,
    Except that suffering is exact, but where
    Desire takes charge, readings will grow erratic?
    For you would hardly care
    That you were less deceived, out on that bed,
    Than he was, stumbling up the breathless stair
    To burst into fulfillment's desolate attic.

    -Philip Larkin

    Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
    in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

    How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
    How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

    Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
    still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

    Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
    oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

    Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
    in which we merged and despaired.

    And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
    And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

    -Neruda

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