May 2012
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How to go on walking hand in hand
without our bodies on the path
we made for...
– from Chard deNiord, “This Ecstasy” (via poetryeater)
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How long could it go, my once-immortal word—
falling into the sky-pit right...
– Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh (via proustitute)
For I love the light too, perhaps the light only.
– Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” (via proustitute)
Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and...
– Donald Hall, from “Affirmation” (via proustitute)
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