Or I could read.
Hmmm.
Or I could read.
Hmmm.
The archer with time
as his arrow – has he broken
his strings that the rainbow
is so quiet over our village?
Let us stand, then, in the interval
of our wounding, till the silence
turn golden and love is
a moment eternally overflowing.
R. S. Thomas
The archer with time
as his arrow – has he broken
his strings that the rainbow
is so quiet over our village?
Let us stand, then, in the interval
of our wounding, till the silence
turn golden and love is
a moment eternally overflowing.
R. S. Thomas
There's other "Smart" add-ons as well, but that's the one that reads your content.
There's other "Smart" add-ons as well, but that's the one that reads your content.
But I want elegies while I’m still alive... I want ballads, I want ugly, grating sounds, I want repetition, I want white space... and even center-aligned italicized poems that rhyme, and most of all — feelings.
—Jenny Zhang
But I want elegies while I’m still alive... I want ballads, I want ugly, grating sounds, I want repetition, I want white space... and even center-aligned italicized poems that rhyme, and most of all — feelings.
—Jenny Zhang
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
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Took some time to talk it over with my buds.
Feels good to be herd. 😂❤️🐑
Took some time to talk it over with my buds.
Feels good to be herd. 😂❤️🐑
📸Tammy White
📸Tammy White
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
almost all
elephant.
Almost none
of it isn’t.
Pretty much
solid elephant.
So there’s no
room to talk
about it.
-Kay Ryan, “The Elephant in the Room”
#everynightapoem
I'm glad I did all that yard work and moved firewood onto the porch yesterday!
I'm glad I did all that yard work and moved firewood onto the porch yesterday!
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-FS Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, published 4/10/1925.
-FS Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, published 4/10/1925.
some, dying, persist as seeds, bones, spores.
We are rich with life and can’t outrun it.
From the title poem of Rob Hindle's collection 'Sapo', available with £2 off until Sunday
longbarrowpress.com/current-publ...
some, dying, persist as seeds, bones, spores.
We are rich with life and can’t outrun it.
From the title poem of Rob Hindle's collection 'Sapo', available with £2 off until Sunday
longbarrowpress.com/current-publ...