0007 | linkdump #01: poetry edition

[straightforwardly]

I've started to clean out my bookmarks (which, despite the incredible amount of folders and subfolders and sub-subfolders I have, still manages to be incredibly disorganized), and there's so many different things I don't want to just delete the links to, but I know I'll never see again if I just sort them into their own, special folder.

Hence, my deciding to dump the links in my DW. I'll be likely to see it again, it could potentially be interesting for other people (depending on what the links are to), and I just like the idea.

Anyways. As the title of this post indicates, this is my poetry edition. Because I love poetry, and I've just been reading more and more of it as time goes on. So it's a little more interesting, I'll quote some lines from each one I liked.


"16th May 1973" by Wisława Szymborska

I was full of feelings and impressions.
Now it's all
like dots in brackets.

"This is the Nonsense of Love" by Mindy Nettifee

The truth is this:
My love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.

(So many little parts of this really sing to me, especially that last section— especially those lines.)

"These Hands, If Not Gods" by Natalie Diaz

Aren't they, too, the dark carpenters
of your small church? Have they not burned
on the altar of your belly, eaten the bread
of your thighs, broke you to wine, to ichor,
to nectareous feast?

"With A Sleeping Body" by Serge Van Duijnhoven

I don't want to destroy you
I wouldn't know how. If only I could say:
I will forget you, if only I could say:

"One Love Story, Eight Takes" by Brenda Shaughnessy

I’ve invented so much and prevented more.

But, I’d like to talk with you about other things,
in absolute quiet. In extreme context.

To see you again, isn’t love revision?

"The Shadow Voice" by Margaret Atwood

Isn't the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body

(Let me take a moment to say that Margaret Atwood absolutely slays me. Seriously. I read her poetry, and I go, "can I please eat your talent?" Ugh. Favorite favorite favorite.)

"Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Jennifer Michael Hecht

he found himself lost in a dark woods. I discovered myself
in a somber forest. In between my breasts and breaths I got
lost. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I've got promises
to keep, smiles to go before I leap. I'm going into the woods.

(I keep going back and forth on this one... I like it, and I don't, but I do.)

"The River" by John Glenday

Now tell me there is a pause
where we know there should be an end;
then tell me you too imagined it this way

"Rent" by Jane Cooper

I mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us—
Not a roof but a field of stars.

"the patience of ordinary things" by Pat Schneider

and towels drink the wet
from the skin of the back.
and the lovely repetition of stairs.
and what is more generous than a window?

"Snowshoe to Otter Creek" by Stacie Cassarino

There is no single moment of loss, there is
an amassing.

"Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

(Like Margaret Atwood— Pablo Neruda kills me, every time. They are definitely my poetry loves.)

"The Revisionist's Dream" by Renee Ashley

And the prison we choose
is narrow, and we swear we never dreamed those walls.

"Dunoon Beach" by Tariq Latif

Somewhere above, great spirits of unflinching
faith feast on a banquet of light.

There's more, but I think I may have overdone it as it is, so. Hopefully someone other than me enjoys this. ♥