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seekingsecondbreakfast:“The Triumph Of Achilles”, Louise Glück

violentwavesofemotion:Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “In The Dark,

Charles Baudelaire, from ‘The Balcony’ (trans. F. P. Sturm), The Flowers of Evil

Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral,

megairea:I) Lucille Clifton, from the message of jo; Next, 1987II) Adrienne Rich, from Calibrations;

James Joyce, Giacomo Joyce[Text ID: “Mine eyes fail in darkness, mine eyes fail,Mine eyes fail in da

James Joyce, Giacomo Joyce[Text ID: “sliding–space–ages–foliage of stars–and

James Joyce, Giacomo Joyce[Text ID: “My voice, dying in the echoes of its words,”]

kuanios:madburlesque: Alice Walker, from Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990

Samuel Beckett, ‘Krapp’s Last Tape’, Krapp’s Last Tape and Other Dramatic Pieces[Text ID: “Past midn

flowerytale:Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles (about December 1858)

Ilya Kaminsky, ‘And While Puppeteers Are Arrested’, Deaf Republic[Text ID: “silence?it is a stick I

Vasko Popa, ‘Far Within Us’, Collected Poems, 1943-1976 (trans. Anne Pennington)

roofbeams:barthes a lover’s discourse / twelfth night / hamlet

Miklós Radnóti, “Foaming Sky” (trans. Clive Wilmer and György Gömöri), excerpted from Steep Path: Po

lachantefleurie:Abigail Holt, Index of First Lines (IV) / July Afternoon

weltenwellen:Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

Antonio Porchia, Voices (trans. W.S. Merwin)

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

Kim Addonizio, ‘For You’  |  Margaret Atwood, ‘Hesitations Outside the Door’  | Arundhati Roy, The G

a patternKōyō, Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems | Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan’s Tales | A

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

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