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    Words
    by Franz Wright

    I don’t know where they come from.
    I can summon them
    (sometimes I can)
    into my mind,
    into my fingers,
    I don’t know why. Or I’ll suddenly hear them
    walking, sometimes
    waking—
    they don’t often come when I need them.
    When I need them most terribly,
    never.


    Tenderness
    by Jameson Fitzpatrick

    Yes, I was jealous when you threw the glass.

    I wanted the shattering against the wood-paneled floor for myself,
    to be the sudden diaspora of its pieces across the apartment — and last night

    when we fought, I wanted you to hit me so badly I begged.
    And the other day walking past Renewal-on-the-Bowery,

    when one of the men smoking unsteadily outside
    called me a faggot, I thought: Good. People get what they deserve.

    Then I wished I were more like Jesus — capable of loving
    all people and all things always, capable of nothing

    but love. I waste half my wishes this way,

    wishing to be virtuous. The rest, well,
    I don’t have to tell you, do I?
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    "Wild Geese"
    by Mary Oliver

    You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do
    you?

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    You can be more than what the world has to offer you.

    Repentence can be beautiful. It can. You might even like it.
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    Thanks
    by W. S. Merwin

    Listen
    with the night falling we are saying thank you
    we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
    we are running out of the glass rooms
    with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
    and say thank you
    we are standing by the water thanking it
    smiling by the windows looking out
    in our directions

    back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
    after funerals we are saying thank you
    after the news of the dead
    whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

    over telephones we are saying thank you
    in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
    remembering wars and the police at the door
    and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
    in the banks we are saying thank you
    in the faces of the officials and the rich
    and of all who will never change
    we go on saying thank you thank you

    with the animals dying around us
    our lost feelings we are saying thank you
    with the forests falling faster than the minutes
    of our lives we are saying thank you
    with the words going out like cells of a brain
    with the cities growing over us
    we are saying thank you faster and faster
    with nobody listening we are saying thank you
    we are saying thank you and waving
    dark though it is
    the formless thing which gives things form!
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    Love this thread.

    @Marmotini @Starry, I think (hope) you guys might like this one.

    Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
    by Wendell Berry

    Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
    vacation with pay. Want more
    of everything ready-made. Be afraid
    to know your neighbors and to die.

    And you will have a window in your head.
    Not even your future will be a mystery
    any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
    and shut away in a little drawer.

    When they want you to buy something
    they will call you. When they want you
    to die for profit they will let you know.
    So, friends, every day do something
    that won't compute. Love the Lord.
    Love the world. Work for nothing.
    Take all that you have and be poor.
    Love someone who does not deserve it.

    Denounce the government and embrace
    the flag. Hope to live in that free
    republic for which it stands.
    Give your approval to all you cannot
    understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
    has not encountered he has not destroyed.

    Ask the questions that have no answers.
    Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
    Say that your main crop is the forest
    that you did not plant,
    that you will not live to harvest.

    Say that the leaves are harvested
    when they have rotted into the mold.
    Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
    Put your faith in the two inches of humus
    that will build under the trees
    every thousand years.

    Listen to carrion -- put your ear
    close, and hear the faint chattering
    of the songs that are to come.
    Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
    though you have considered all the facts.
    So long as women do not go cheap
    for power, please women more than men.

    Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
    a woman satisfied to bear a child?
    Will this disturb the sleep
    of a woman near to giving birth?

    Go with your love to the fields.
    Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
    in her lap. Swear allegiance
    to what is nighest your thoughts.

    As soon as the generals and the politicos
    can predict the motions of your mind,
    lose it. Leave it as a sign
    to mark the false trail, the way
    you didn't go.

    Be like the fox
    who makes more tracks than necessary,
    some in the wrong direction.
    Practice resurrection.
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    Totally
    by Tony Hoagland

    I'm raking leaves and singing in my off-key voice
    a mangled version of Madonna's "Like a Virgin,"
    a song I thought I hated;

    that's how it goes when your head and heart
    are in different time zones--
    you often don't find out till tomorrow
    what you felt today.

    I know I do not understand the principles
    of leaf removal; I pile them up
    in glowing heaps of cadmium and orange,

    but I identify so much more
    with the entropic gusts of wind
    that knock them all apart again.
    Is it natural to be scattered?

    When I look to the sky I am often dreaming
    of a television program that I saw some months ago;
    when I walk into a dinner party

    I am thinking of the book I mean to read when I get home--you might say
    my here is disconnected to my now,
    so never am I entirely anywhere,

    or anyone. But I won't speak cruelly
    of myself: this dividedness is just what
    makes our species great: possible for Darwin

    to figure out his theory of selection
    while playing five-card stud,
    for surgeon Keats to find a perfect rhyme

    wrist-deep in the disorder
    of an open abdomen

    For example, it is autumn here.
    The defoliated trees look frightened
    at the edge of town,

    as if the train they missed
    had taken all their clothes.
    The whole world in unison is turning
    toward a zone of nakedness and cold.

    But me, I have this strange conviction
    that I am going to be born.
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    Blackbird in Fulham
    by P.J. Kavanagh

    A John the Baptist bird which comes before
    The light, chooses an aerial
    Toothed like a garden rake, puts a prong at each shoulder,
    Opens its beak and becomes a thurifer
    Blessing dark above dank holes between the houses,
    Sleek patios or rag-and-weed-choked messes.
    Too aboriginal to notice these,
    Its concentration is on resonance
    Which excavates in sleepers memories
    Long overgrown or expensively paved-over,
    Of innocence unmawkish, love robust.
    Its sole belief, that light will come at last.
    The point is proved and, casual, it flies elsewhere
    To sing more distantly, as though its tune
    Is left behind imprinted on the air,
    Still legible, though this the second carbon.
    And puzzled wakers lie and listen hard
    To something moving in their minds' backyard.


    Advent Calendar
    by Archbishop Rowan Williams

    He will come like last leaf's fall.
    One night when the November wind
    has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
    wakes choking on the mould,
    the soft shroud's folding.

    He will come like frost.
    One morning when the shrinking earth
    opens on mist, to find itself
    arrested in the net
    of alien, sword-set beauty.

    He will come like dark.
    One evening when the bursting red
    December sun draws up the sheet
    and penny-masks its eye to yield
    the star-snowed fields of sky.

    He will come, will come,
    will come like crying in the night,
    like blood, like breaking,
    as the earth writhes to toss him free.
    He will come like child.
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do
    you?

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    But You Didn't

    Remember the day I borrowed your brand
    new car and dented it?
    I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.

    And remember the time I dragged you to the beach,
    and you said it would rain, and it did?
    I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.

    Do you remember the time I flirted with all
    the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
    I thought you'd leave, but you didn't.

    Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie
    all over your car rug?
    I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't.

    And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance
    was formal and you showed up in jeans?
    I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.

    Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do.
    But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.

    There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you
    when you returned from Vietnam.

    But you didn't.
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    Christmas Card to Grace Hartigan

    by Frank O’Hara

    There’s no holly, but there is
    the glass and granite towers
    and the white stone lions
    and the pale violet clouds. And
    the great tree of balls in
    Rockefeller Plaza is public.

    Christmas is green and general
    like all great works of the
    imagination, swelling from minute
    private sentiments in the desert,
    a wreath around our intimacy
    like children’s voices in a park.

    For red there is our blood
    which, like your smile, must be
    protected from spilling into
    generality by secret meanings,
    the lipstick of life hidden
    in a handbag against violations.

    Christmas is the time of cold air
    and loud parties and big expense,
    but in our hearts flames flicker
    answeringly, as on old-fashioned
    trees. I would rather the house
    burn down than our flames go out.
    the formless thing which gives things form!
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    "Hymn"
    by A.R. Ammons

    I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth
    and go on out
    over the sea marshes and the brant in bays
    and over the hills of tall hickory
    and over the crater lakes and canyons
    and on up through the spheres of diminishing air
    past the blackset noctilucent clouds
    where one wants to stop and look
    way past all the light diffusions and bombardments
    up farther than the loss of sight
    into the unseasonal undifferentiated empty stark

    And I know if I find you I will have to stay with the earth
    inspecting with thin tools and ground eyes
    trusting the microvilli sporangia and simplest
    coelenterates
    and praying for a nerve cell
    with all the soul of my chemical reactions
    and going right on down where the eye sees only traces

    You are everywhere partial and entire
    You are on the inside of everything and on the outside

    I walk down the path down the hill where the sweetgum
    has begun to ooze spring sap at the cut
    and I see how the bark cracks and winds like no other bark
    chasmal to my ant-soul running up and down
    and if I find you I must go out deep into your
    far resolutions
    and if I find you I must stay here with the separate leaves
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do
    you?

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