you the garden and the grave,
Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things: Poems
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Ada Limón, from "Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds", Bright Dead Things
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― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things
[text ID: I remembered what had been circling in me: I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying.]
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About Love from the last 5 books I read
Amanda Lovelace, the princess saves herself in this one // Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc // Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things
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The Other Wish
"Nights, I wonder about the sanity of Icarus
wax and wings both wasted on the sun's scorch.
If I'd a handmade, fanned out, feathered set, me?
I'd choose the moon, always the sister moon.
Cold, comely queen of the sky. Pockmarked
with craters, pummeled by meteors and still
shining. Imagine, the gathering on the shore,
you, holding my coat for a warm come-back.
We mean a thing is impossible when we say
we're shooting for that great orbital puller.
How hard can you glow? asks the owl's eye.
What radiant part of you wishes to dynamite?
I used to think it was like a light bulb, life,
dangling in the chest, asking to be switched on.
But it's not the light that's ever in question,
rather, what's your brilliant, glaring wattage?
What do you dare to gleam out and reflect?
If I were to fall (sabotaged wax, torn pinion),
I'd want to fall from the terrifying height
of her, the dust of my years crazy and flashing
lit up by the victory of my disastrous flight."
-The Other Wish (in Bright Dead Things), Ada Limón
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He seemed almost worthy of complete devotion.
Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things: Poems
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"Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point / between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there."
—Ada Limón, "Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning"
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"There are so many people who've come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour."
-Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things
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