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In the months leading up to his sister’s death, poetry became a “secret talisman” for @kjavadizadeh.
yalereview.org/article/kamra…
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I wrote about my sister, and poetry, and grieving ahead of time. yalereview.org/article/kamra…
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Two and a half years ago I wrote this essay about a future I couldn’t imagine—and now, I guess, I’m living it. newyorker.com/culture/cultur…
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The tricks, strength and agility,
physical prowess and power
of youth soon die
when all turn to the dreariness
of Senility's grim suburb
and zeal expires.
('Coplas de Pie Quebrado')
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We are looking for a few fun + talented Rainbows to join our team! We want all kids to see themselves in this program! cbsnews.com/news/reading-rai…
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Yay for brain food. We could all use a more little brain power. :-)
While most of us know that what we eat affects our bodies, eating a healthy diet also affects our brain. Glad to contribute this piece on best foods for your brain for @USNewsHealth @usnews @h_schueller. #brainhealth
health.usnews.com/health-new…
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ALT a meme that is of an older man on a subway (labeled “poets”) holding an oversized bouquet of flowers (labeled “the book they’ve been working on for years”)
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The iron crow wings
Bear away the torn head
Into the fragile sky
-Kenneth Rexroth
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Seems like Yiddish is undergoing a bit of a revival in Odessa this week. Every other message I get is calling Putin shmock and putz.
Lovely to hear my Mother's native language.
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mary ruefle with the only super bowl thoughts i care about—
ALT Super Bowl Who won? I said. The game’s tomorrow, he said. And I became the snail I always was, crossing the field in my helmet. But I’d given it my all, while the plane arced on its way to a landing, when I overheard the woman behind us say I was gathering wildflowers to make a wreath to lay on my mother’s grave when my son fell off a mountain in Italy and I felt such joy over the unknown outcome of her words I was not ashamed, for I can feign interest in the world, just as she in that great green meadow must have.
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“beneath the rages of an unsung life
is
to know i must survive myself”
—Wanda Coleman
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Unfolding under the bark.
A crack in the branch.
Folding back toward the branch only with the help of the wind.
-René Char,
from "Full of Tears"
(tr. Stuart Kendall)
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“All the untidy activity continues, / awful but cheerful.” On her birthday, Elizabeth Bishop.
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You set out to make a shape
of sounds: musical sounds.
You set out to make something
that is agreeable to have around.
-Basil Bunting
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Asked by a visitor
what it's like to live secluded
most of the time,
mute and with forced labor,
a chronic lack of sleep for all the praying,
the Benedictine monk
asked back,
"Have you ever been in love?"
-Elizabeth Arnold
