Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.
So many are alive who don't seem to care.
Casual, easy, they move in the world
as though untouched.
But you take pleasure in the faces
of those who know they thirst.
You cherish those
who grip you for survival.
You are not dead yet, it's not too
... See moreI didn’t even knew I had held my breath
Until my body exhaled when I met you
Until my body exhaled when I met you
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“Poetry can break open locked chambers of possibility, restore numbed zones to feeling, recharge desire,” Adrienne Rich
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Apropos of nothing.
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her
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Fierce insistence on the felicitous expression of nature in human nature, with our capacity for music and mathematics, for art and hope.
some reminders to cherish the small things when you hit the midweek hump
instagram.comPoetry for a moment of eternity.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.