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On Days I Hate My Body, I Remember Redwoods
Joy Sullivan, Instructions for Traveling West
Give me more time on earth, and I'd take any body. A body ripe or ruined. Monstrous or errant. Make me a redwood tree.
Body becoming branch becoming sky becoming breath. Make me a slug upon her neck. The moth wilting at her roots.
I don't want a heavenly body, but
... See moreImplicit in poetry is the notion that we are deepened by heartbreaks, by the recognition and understanding of suffering—not just our own suffering but also the suffering of others. We are not so much diminished as enlarged by grief, by our refusal to vanish, or to let others vanish, without leaving a verbal record. The poet is one who will not be
... See moreEdward Hirsch • 100 Poems to Break Your Heart
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would... See more
Sara Teasdale • There Will Come Soft Rains
We have all had such experiences, but we tend to cover them over. We may look at an autumn tree so beautiful in its brilliant colors that we feel like weeping; or we may hear music so lovely that we are overcome with sadness. The craven thought then creeps into our consciousness that maybe it would have been better not to have seen the tree at all
... See moreRollo May • The Courage to Create
Forever in motion, these stationary things.
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
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