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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

Insomnia
by RYNN WILLIAMS

I try floating out along the long O of lone,
to where it flattens to loss, and just stay there
disconnecting the dots of my night sky…
>>Read the rest https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50347/insomnia-56d22d5d85335

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago (edited 7 months ago) to poetry

Tombeau for Bolesław Leśmian
by Roman Turovsky-Savchuk
Performed by Maciej Kończak (theorbo) https://youtu.be/hH7Zj2XJYOQ?si=g2UZxOPnXxc6W9uP

Haunting and gorgeous, as are most of Turovsky’s compositions.

Bolesław Leśmian was “the most eminent poet of his day and one of the most important Polish poets of the 20th century” More: https://culture.pl/en/artist/boleslaw-lesmian

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry
by HOWARD NEMEROV

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

—-
Royer, Pièces de clavecin, Book 1, No. 11: Le Vertigo
Performed by Jean Rondeau

https://songwhip.com/jean-rondeau/pieces-de-clavecin-book-1-1746-no-11-le-vertigo-rondeau

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

Chance
by ROBERT MORGAN

We feel the volt inside our veins,
inside the vines, inside the rain,
and through the capillaries of
a tree. We feel the pulse above
in storms, vibrato of thunder,
the whispering rhythms of a river,
magnetic currents in the earth,
the alternating flow of breath,
the push of tides, reversing air
from caves, dilating hum and dance
of bees, the chant of auctioneer.
All oscillate together, or
they seem to, in this play of chance,
beneath the stars' indifference.

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

From “Reading Milosz”
by ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI

You always wanted to go
beyond poetry, above it, soaring,
but also lower, to where our region
begins, modest and timid.

Sometimes your tone
transforms us for a moment,
we believe—truly—
that every day is sacred,

that poetry—how to put it? —
makes life rounder,
fuller, prouder, unashamed
of perfect formulation.
[…]
Read the rest of the poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57093/reading-milosz

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

Music of the Spheres
by ROBERT MORGAN

The first music we don't hear but
know, is inner, the rings around
atoms singing, the bright levels
in matter revealed by colors
through spectrum scales all up and down
the quantum ladder in fireworks
of the inner horizons, each
zone voicing its wavelength with
choirs in the tiny stadiums
of harmony of the deeper
galaxies, ancient octaves
and intervals, lit cities
within every speck of substance.

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

“Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language, And guides our hand so we write Truth and Justice
With capital letters, lie and oppression with small…”

Incantation
by Czesław Miłosz
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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

Substantial Planes
by A.R. AMMONS

It doesn't
matter

to me
if

poems mean
nothing:

there's no
floor

to the
universe

and yet
one

walks the
floor.

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LK_Sass , 9 months ago to poetry

“No one ever wrote a poem about the middle / Because the middle is elusive and good…”

Raphael typed poems on paper trimmings given to him by a friend at the antique letterpress shop next to his apt—the same shop designed & printed our journal. Long story short, we were delighted to debut his work.

Raphael stepped in as co-editor when I left, eight issues after we published “The Average Heart” and three other poems from that first raw-edged bundle.

http://www.ucityreview.com/3_Maurice_Raphael.html

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LK_Sass , 10 months ago to poetry

Full moon tomorrow night, but even the waxing gibbous tonight should be an excuse to do this:
—
“Walk out onto the planet tonight. Even the moon is giving back your share of borrowed light and you take it back, in the name of everything you can’t take back in your life.”

~David Clewell
“New Year’s Eve Letter to Friends”
—
Read the whole poem (worth it, I promise):
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/36022/new-years-eve-letter-to-friends

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LK_Sass , 10 months ago to bookstodon

"When He Holds Out His Hands, Bees Stream from His Fingertips”
by Rebecca Elliott
"at night they circle down again in long arcs
[…] and whisper things, like maybe, and radiant,
and tomorrow afternoon the answer.

Rebecca is an author & illustrator of 20 books and illustrator for 200 more. We were smitten with her then-unpublished poetry back in 2011, so featured her as our third Noteworthy poet in UCity Review:
http://www.ucityreview.com/3_Elliott_Rebecca.html

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LK_Sass , 10 months ago to poetry

What Work Is
by PHILIP LEVINE

We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
work is, although you may not do it.
Forget you.
[…]
you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who’s not beside you or behind or
ahead because he’s home trying to
sleep off a miserable night shift
at Cadillac…

Read the rest:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52173/what-work-is
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LK_Sass , 10 months ago (edited 10 months ago) to writers

Two Drops
by ZBIGNIEW HERBERT

No time to grieve for roses, when the forests are burning.
-Juliusz Słowacki

The forests were on fire—
they however
wreathed their necks with their hands
like bouquets of roses
[…]
To the end they were brave
To the end they were faithful
To the end they were similar like two drops
stuck at the edge of a face

—
From his first book, Chord of Light (1956).Translated by Czesław Miłosz and Peter Dale Scott
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