Letting others live and thrive on one’s own rejection— how embarrassing.
— Moshtari Hilal, from "Pretty Mug," Ugliness, tr. Elisabeth Lauffer

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Letting others live and thrive on one’s own rejection— how embarrassing.
— Moshtari Hilal, from "Pretty Mug," Ugliness, tr. Elisabeth Lauffer
Calamity taught you the need to appreciate life and enjoy it to the fullest, to excess. You abhorred moderation even more than you detested waste. One must choose the lesser of two evils, you often said.
— Violaine Huisman, The Monuments of Paris: A Novel. (Penguin, April 14, 2026)
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June Jordan, from "Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.", Directed by Desire: The Complete Poems of June Jordan
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For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn (Tichnor and Fields, 1863)
from Sorting by Joanna Klink
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
“I needed to be reminded of mysterious and sacred things,”
— Albert Camus, from his preface to Jean Grenier’s “Les Iles,” c. 1959
A poem, or line of poetry, that I return to: I got to see Czesław Miłosz read “Esse” back in 1998 or 1999, a poem that starts with a fleeting infatuation on a metro train and ends up comparing love’s desire to the writer’s task: “A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.” But we keep trying.
— Michael Scherer, from "A Perfect Show that Doesn't Make Sense" (The Atlantic, May 2024)
Alice Notley in The Paris Review (1970)
Lunch Poems / Frank O’Hara
—St Paul and all that
The Long and Short of It, Richard Siken
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
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