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[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from Paper Boat: Selected Poems; "He Shifts from East to West,"

[primulaceas]

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

[pigmenting]

“So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I’m still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.”

— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Heavenly Creature” in Oh, Terrible Youth

[metamorphesque]

a poem ('my darling dear'), tathev simonyan

[lifeinpoetry]

In wanting you, all becomes you.

— Rosie Stockton, from "CARMEN ET ERROR," Fuel

[lifeinpoetry]

“An abandoned child / works harder for a longer gaze // a position closest to the sun”

— — Mahogany L. Browne, from I Remember Death By Its Proximity to What I Love

[luthienne]

joan didion, blue nights / mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness: august, beirut, 1982 (tr. ibrahim muhawi) / reginald shepherd, "the friend" / leonard cohen, selected poems / alice notley, in the pines / frank bidart, half-light: selected poems / keaton henson, no witnesses / adonis, selected poems (tr. khaled mattawa) / frank bidart, "o ruin o haunted" / christian wiman, "a field in scurry county"

[soracities]

Sujata Bhatt, from “The One Who Goes Away”, The Stinking Rose

[Text ID: “But I am the one / who always goes away. // The first time was the most – / was the most / silent.”]

[luthienne]

“Above all, I want to stop missing you.”

— Maggie Nelson, from Bluets

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

[anditslove]

Trista Mateer, Honeybee

[intopermanence]

“You sliced me loose and said it was Creation. I could feel the knife. Now you would like to heal that chasm in your side, but I recede. I prowl. I will not come when you call.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems I: “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein”

[lifeinpoetry]

“I loved a man. I loved ●. I don’t know how else to begin. I want to say I was a shadow. I want memory blotted out like a blank space.”

— — Lucia LoTempio, from Hot with the Bad Things

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

To the Bone, Dorothy Allison 

[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I vow / a ravenous undoing. / I vow to love the fire always”

— — Tamiko Beyer, from “I Vow To Be the Small Flame,” Last Days

[luthienne]

Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Climbing”