I carry this Goethe poem in my heart, & go to it whenever I need to remember why poetry & true relation is not a mass-market affair-- and that as I am insane for a light, I am prepared to be as gone as I need to be to resurrect

I grew up reading and loving Gregory Orr's poems, so I can hardly express how much this means to me.

Gustaf Sobin

Cynthia Cruz, “January” Michelle, my little sister, silent as/A weed

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This little poem always wrecks me.

• Peggie Gallagher •

Indigo Moor

Hart Crane’s last letter ever written. He died the next day. 'Off here for a few hours on my way north. Will write you soon.' Alas!

@Literariium We don’t chase meaning because life demands it — we chase it because fear hates standing in the open. Meaning is the jacket we throw over the cold wind of not knowing. V.10 goes quieter: Even hope is just another way of saying, “Later will save me.” So maybe the real moment

Emily Dickinson, “A Word Is Dead”

I said Bill, I believe this is killing me.

or the deer all lowering their heads Linda Gregg

And I look up but it is only Evening again the old hat without a head W.S Merwin (--spilled a bottle of water on this, The Lice, one of my favorite books--but I have learned in my murder rage [of consciousness] that the stain is what you live with, even come to appreciate)

“You have lipstick on your collar.” A poem by Anthony Opal.

It was all about life’s density, not length, I said, addressing your outraged tears.

“so I slowly whisper I love you / thirty-two and a third times." — Jeffrey McDaniel (@jeffmcdaniel13) . . . This poem appeared in The Forgiveness Parade by Jeffrey McDaniel, published by Manic D Press, 1998. Shared here with deep gratitude.