and the sea / Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead / Unreeling in it, spreading like oil.
Sylvia Plath, “The Rabbit Catcher” from Ariel

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and the sea / Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead / Unreeling in it, spreading like oil.
Sylvia Plath, “The Rabbit Catcher” from Ariel
Anne Carson
Death is not violent. / If you ask the leaf on a tree in autumn if it is scared to fall off the branch / It will say, "I have given all I am to this tree and I am tired, and I'll float on down now"
Midwife, “C.R.F.W.” / from a poem written by Colin Ward
William Bronk, “The Tell”
I think that what poets do is decipher silence.
Ekiwah Adler Beléndez
Linda Pastan, “Go Gentle”
Sylvia Plath, “Tulips” from Ariel
Rohan Chhetri, “Recrimination Fugue” from Lost, Hurt, or in Transit Beautiful, winner of the Kundiman Poetry Prize