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I go out and there she is, still of course, sitting on the nest, dead-center invisible in our flowing, still young and staked acacia; crown an almost perfect circle, dark greens blurring now in this high wind, wrestling it, compliant too—and you have to stand still and look in to see her, there where the wind splits open the head, slashes the branches, and you see her—heart, jewel, bloom, star—I can’t help but look, wind-slicings keep revealing her, felt-still, absorbent of light, sound, gaze, idea—
“Undated Lullaby” from Sea Change by Jorie Graham
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“Like Water” by Leo Vroman from Modern Dutch Poetry edited and translated by Hans Koningsberger
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“Only come to me— get closer and closer to me. It will be beautiful, I promise you.”
Henry and June: From A Journal of Love: the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin 1931–1932 by Anaïs Nin
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What a miracle she is, when she sits among the grasses like a flower,
#160 from The Complete Canzoniere by Petrarch
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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho (compiled and edited by Anne Carson)
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Paul Verlaine’s description of Arthur Rimbaud, in Les Poetes Maudits.
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Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde
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So that when I wake up in my bed huddled in blankets, warm skin against fresh sea-shelled shell sheets, I can shower in rain every single morning, bathe in the clearest puddles every single night.
“Another vain thought, another selfish dream” by Harmonia
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Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited and compiled by Camille Dungy
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“Your body is all honey and perfume – and freedom and seduction and temptation and God knows what all.”
Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus
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And they rise, glittering like pools of ink under moonlight, and vanish.
“Adolescence-II” by Rita Dove
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from Margery Kempe by Robert Gluck
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Have you a star, she says, O any faithful sun where love does not eclipse?
“Unknown Shores” by Theophile Gautier (tr. by D.M. Thomas)
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The Astrological Houses by Dane Rudhyar
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… you look like shimmers in the sea.
“Étude planète et astre: no 2, Soleil sur la pluie“ by Miss Journeys
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“The Natural World” by G.E. Patterson
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