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Our Daily Bread: Paul Celan, "I hear the axe has flowered"

So many times I've been told pain is necessary for growth.

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Comfort and the Soul: Vsevolod Nekrasov, "The Soul"

When I was in graduate school, two words were too much.

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On the Meaning of Survival: Kay Ryan's "Turtle"

Really good art makes you really mad.

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Of Cruelty and Calamity

We're all broken into eveningwear and skull.

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On Declaring Oneself: Charles Simic's "Tattooed City"

You could say calling yourself "an incomprehensible / Bit of doodle" has nothing to do with the birth of 17th century rationalism.

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Irving Feldman, "The Recognitions"

One of the best gifts that can be given is paying attention to someone.

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Kay Ryan, "Patience"

Kay Ryan does not bring us to the landscape, but the land itself.

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Franz Wright, "Solution"

It's hard to identify, when living in an area which isn't working for you, what is and isn't knowledge.

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The "Soul" in Emily Dickinson's "The Soul selects her own Society" (303)

Dickinson, even when choosing her own society, does not fail to remind herself of the cost of company, a cost not unlike isolation...

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Kyla Houbolt, "Freedom Find You"

I want to talk about love, panic, and language.

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from Marilyn Kallet's "You Can't"

I wouldn't say there's wisdom in everyday life, but seeds of wisdom.

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Kyla Houbolt, "hold on"

Kyla Houbolt has been writing amazing poetry on a regular basis, and I regret I cannot give all her work the attention it deserves.

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Emily Dickinson, "Much Madness is divinest Sense"

When I encounter the sentence "Much Madness is divinest Sense," I think back to middle school and high school.

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Emily Dickinson, "The Sunset stopped on Cottages" (950)

I want Dickinson's confidence, though I can't help but think it hubris.

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Kyla Houbolt, "morning"

A few of my more fateful encounters have been with those obsessed with simplifying.

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Matsuo Bashō, "Lady Butterfly"

Bashō witnesses a butterfly with resplendent, patterned wings hovering over an orchid.

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Emily Dickinson, "To fight aloud is very brave" (126)

Dickinson says "To fight aloud is very brave," and "brave" catches me unguarded. I don't think I've ever been "brave."

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D. Nurkse, "Psalm to Be Read with Closed Eyes"

The apocalypse was easier before.

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Adam Zagajewski, “Auto Mirror”

Those who drive wherever they like, whenever they like—I've been jealous of them for so long.

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Emily Dickinson, "Our share of night to bear" (133)

...your literal self is on full display during a move.

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Kyla Houbolt, "But What Do You Know?"

Parts. That's what Houbolt begins with. "[M]aybe the problem is that God has been split up / into parts."

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Kay Ryan, "Pinhole"

"Hope is a discipline," Mariame Kaba says.

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Andrea Cohen, "Night"

Andrea Cohen's "Night" sketches the mystery of night so well that I find myself lost in it.

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Kobayashi Issa, "Mosquito at my ear"

Issa laments one of the more miserable summer experiences. A literal bloodsucker, not content with biting and stealing, makes its presence felt loudly.

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Jane Hirshfield, "Sonoma Fire"

The world is burning.