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In-curve scooped out and necklaced with lightburst pearls stream downmy outstretched arms to earth.Oh bridge my sister bless mebefore I sleepthe wild air is lengtheningand I am triedbeyond strength or bearingover water. Love, we are both shorelinesa left country …
How the days wentwhile you were blooming within meI remember each upon each—the swelling changed planes of my bodyhow you first fluttered then jumpedand I thought it was my heart.How the days wound downand the turning of winterI recall yougrowing…
What my child learns of the sea Of the summer thunder Of the bewildering riddle that hides at the vortex of spring She will learn in my twilight And childlike Revise every autumn What my child learns As her winters…
IIs the total black, being spokenFrom the earth’s inside.There are many kinds of open.How a diamond comes into a knot of flame How a sound comes into a word, coloured By who pays what for speaking. Some words are openLike…
Academy of American Poets · Audre Lorde: "A Family Resemblance" My sister has my hair my mouth my eyesand I presume her trustless.When she was young open to any feverwearing gold like a veil of fortune on her faceshe waited…
The Hanged ManBrokenBy fireIsNeitherMore BeautifulNorLessSane.
Memorial I. Memorial III. GenevieveWhat are you seeingIn my mirror this morningPeering out like a hungry birdFrom behind my eyesAre you seeking the shape of a girlI have grown less and less to resembleOr do you rememberI could never accept…
Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping,That lures the bird home to her nest?Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,To cuddle and croon it to rest?What the magic that charms the glad babe in her…
Puck has fled the haunts of men:Ridicule has made him wary:In the woods, and down the glen,No one meets a Fairy! “Cream!” the greedy Goblin cries—Empties the deserted dairy—Steals the spoons, and off he flies.Still we seek our Fairy! Ah!…
Our Latin books, in motley row,Invite us to our task—Gay Horace, stately Cicero:Yet there’s one verb, when once we know,No higher skill we ask:This ranks all other lore above—We’ve learned “‘Amare‘ means ‘to love‘!” So, hour by hour, from flower…