Poetry
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Poetry
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
John Keats • To Autumn
Faith Hahn and
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
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Bluebird by Charles Bukowski - All Poetry
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373 / “This World is not Conclusion,” Emily Dickinson.
Apropos of nothing.
Sylvia Plath on Living with the Darkness and Making Art from the Barely Bearable Lightness of Being
Maria Popovathemarginalian.org
Tell a wise person or else keep silent
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
Poetic Outlaws • The Holy Longing
