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I WILL SAY IT FOR YOU
I will say it for you, since you cannot say Why you love me—yet want to go away. Love is dangerous. Love has no friends, No kindness. In love, all kindness ends. Except in the arms of the beloved....
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SHOT OUT OF THE CANNON OF YOUR LOVE
Shot out of the cannon of your love, At first I was shocked, but then I noticed many things above. The same inducements to pleasure give us pain. (I’m never trying those things again) The big picture...
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THE CHINESE
The Chinese know how to live: corrupt officials, Seafood caught fresh from the sea, Drunkenness celebrated in poetry. It’s a plan that works well. Heavenly poetry living where beggars dwell. Poetry...
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THE POET FAILED TO COMPOSE THE SONG
The poet failed to compose the song, Having loved her—almost to the point of wrong, Because jealousy began to get in the way Of anything the lover might say. A song came through the poet’s open window...
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HOW ARE WE TO KNOW?
How are we to know If our lover has been true? The sun comes up and says See what you can do. A shrieking bird in the darkness says sing— Then listen to how he sings to you. Why is the bird in...
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I WANTED THE BOUNDLESS SEA
I wanted the boundless sea Because it was boundless and I always thought the boundless was me. My breaths go on forever, I always need another one. I’m unlimited, more unlimited than the sun, Because...
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WE SHARE THE SEA
We share the sea. I stood on my shore and looked across the bay to Beverly. The sea is a lot to share But since you no longer care We can do it easily. I’ll take the waves, and the seaweed bobbing,...
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BEAUTY IS NOT ONLY TRUE BUT KIND
Beauty is not only true—but kind. I witnessed a modernist lose his mind Deploring what the imaginative Keats had said, Who left for Rome—when England’s hedges were all dead, When frost lay on the...
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IF BEAUTY
If beauty were equally divided, Where would pleasure dwell? To my beautiful love I once confided Her beauty made me unwell— Her strange sexual beauty wrapped me up in hell. But if beauty between all...
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SHE LOVES ME BECAUSE SHE HATES ME
She cannot love unless she hates. She never speaks directly—she insinuates Love, because hate is coming up from behind As love and hate go back and forth in her mind, An alternating current of...
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WHAT AM I TELLING YOU
I am trying to seduce you. I’m trying to block all your wants and desires, The warmth, you convince yourself, which can be found in all those small fires, The meals and the convivial laughter with...
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I WILL JUST SIT HERE AND LOVE
I will just sit here and love While you do what you have to do. Loving is good, since to be happy is the only thing that’s true, And loving is happiness—before you even know what you have to do. Being...
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DO YOU KNOW WHY
Do you know why I love poetry? It is not the sound of it, nor the fame. Let me tell you what happened to me: I fell in love with a name. All the work that goes into a nation! I love mine as a candle...
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WHEN DID I FIRST KNOW
When did I first know I was superior, A creature of wisdom and dismay, An animal who knew he was an animal But that every animal is in his way? Who knew the moon and the leaf Were like wine-drinking...
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WHO
Is there a female equivalent to me? What would she look like? Who is she? When I was a child, I painted in a smock. In school I put ink on a printing block. Was I a girl when I first wrote poetry?...
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TOP TEN TRUTHS ABOUT MEN (BY A MAN) THAT MEN MAY NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW
1– Men DO like to explain stuff. They absolutely DO. The obnoxious and recent term (2008) “Mansplain” or “Mansplaining” —guys patronizingly explaining things to women—is based in reality. However, if...
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THE POET WHO NEVER SUFFERS
The poet who never suffers, Writes his poems for you, Who dreams for whole days, and is free of suffering, too. You wake from a summer dream, which began at twelve o clock— When the tree’s shadow...
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I STILL NEVER DO THAT
I still never do that Even though my followers tell me I should, Making arguments on paper Which describe the beautiful and the good. It seems easy, the way they say it, And it would be easy to do,...
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WHO WILL MOURN MORE?
Who will mourn more When you are no more? Whose sorrow will be worse? Your ghost’s, crying, “not yet, not yet!” Or your retinue’s, who will disperse Slowly? Quickly? And who in your crowd will most...
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