Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
I love getting older. I’m hotter, more confident, more intelligent. Ageism is a dirty trap. Don’t get caught in it.
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Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, featured in My Beloved Toto: Letters
White egrets "kissing" as part of their mating ritual By: Tokutaro Tanaka From: Life Nature Library: Animal Behavior 1965
Sometimes I tell myself: your fate is unique; consider all others fortunate—no other has ever been so tormented. Then I read a poet of past times, and it is as if I were looking into my own heart.
Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)
September 8th by Pablo Neruda Today, this day was a brimming cup, today, this day was the immense wave, today, it was all the earth. Today the stormy sea lifted us in a kiss so high that we trembled in a lightning flash and, tied, we went down to sink without untwining. Today our bodies became vast, they grew to the edge of the world and rolled melting into a single drop of wax or meteor.
“We come gnawed by need on hands and knees.”
— Atsuro Riley, from “Thicket,” Poetry (September 2013)
“September with a mouth unmoored and swelling. The sky split in half. A forgotten catastrophe. She waits in the hallway to identify her body. And all the light sees her ruin.”
— Ana Carrizo, “In the Month of September” (via eveninglesbian)
“This is September, Mother, and here is sorrow bringing me its wrapped gifts”
— Nizar Qabbani, from ‘Five Letters to My Mother’
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[Text ID: “Now it is September and the web is woven. The web is woven and you have to wear it.”]
“Maybe in a year I could write something. There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.”
— Sharon Olds, from “September 2001: New York City,” in Stag’s Leap (Alfred A. Knopf, 2012)
I can see now that I was hungry for love... For something to love: a bite, a dream, a person, a meal, a field, a piece of a world worth believing in.
— C. Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey (Riverhead Books, September 26, 2023)
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