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“Gasoline cannot fall in love with a match yet here we are combusting” - Leilah Ali Hush

Walt Whitman, “Ashes of Soldiers”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the li

stevensrogers:- What are you doing here?- I heard there was a poetry reading.

Adonis, ‘I Imagine a Poet’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)[Text ID: “Is this rea

Walt Whitman, “So Long”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,

Paul Eluard, “Dominique Present Today”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)[Text ID: “It was from

Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “Loved! loved! loved!

Walt Whitman, from “Dirge for Two Veterans”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “Lo, the moon ascending,up fro

IF by rudyard kipling

from Songs of Love and War: Afghan Women’s Poetry[Text ID: “My lover rests near where the flowers ar

Mona Sa’udi, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. &a

Week of Bookblr - Bookshelf TourMy bookshelves are an absolute mess thanks to the lack of restraint

Paul Eluard, “Absence”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)[Text ID: “And over my body your body s

Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)[Text ID

triflingthing:reading Indian poetry in a Tibetan coffee shop with Christmas lattes (canada in a nuts

Walt Whitman, ‘We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d’ (selected lines), Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “what the

Emily Dickinson, ‘A sepal, petal, and a thorn’ (Poem #19), The Collected Poems of Emily Dickin

reidspng:Blinded AU: Post-blinding Jon likes to listen to Martin reading his poetry.

Walt Whitman, excerpts from ‘Calamus’, Leaves of Grass (1860 Facsimile Edition)[Text ID: “I am silen

Novica Tadić, epigraph to ‘Monkey Business’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)[Text ID: “rem

Paul Eluard, “Being”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen) [Text ID: “Your intricate light handsBor

Mary Oliver, from “After Reading Lucretius, I Go To The Pond”, Blue Horses: Poems (2014)

Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic[Text ID: “At

Moikom Zeqo, ‘When I’m Alone’, I Don’t Believe in Ghosts: Poems from ‘Meduza’ (trans. Wayne Miller)[

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