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They took us with groans. They took us with shouts and long-drawn-out moans.
Julie Otsuka • The Buddha in the Attic
“He’s Gone” by Paul Zach.
After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
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After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
Afte... See more
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
E. E. Cummings • [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E. E.… | Poetry Magazine
but i’ve been watching from the slaughterhouse ever since you named me edible.
Franny Choi • Floating, Brilliant, Gone
Post Cards from America: X-rays from Hell
A personal narrative reflecting on life, death, and the AIDS crisis, exploring fear, societal indifference, the struggle for representation, and the urgency of public acknowledgment of grief and mortality.
artistsspace.orgBeowulf
by Richard Wilbur
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The land was overmuch like scenery,
The flowers attentive, the grass too garrulous green;
In the lake like a dropped kerchief could be seen
The lark's reflection after the lark was gone;
The Roman road lay paved too shiningly
For a road so many men had traveled on.
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Also the people were strange, were strangely warm.
The king
... See moreWe shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
