There are strangers above me, below me, and all around me and we are all strange in this place of recent invention.
Елена Захарьеваje citiralaпрошле године
I’d rather understand how to sing from a crow who was never good at singing or much of anything but finding gold in the trash of humans.
So what are we doing here I ask the crow parading on the ledge of falling that hangs over this precarious city?
Crow just laughs and says wait, wait and see and I am waiting and not seeing anything, not just yet.
But like crow I collect the shine of anything beautiful I can find.
Елена Захарьеваje citiralaпрошле године
There is no poetry where there are no mistakes, said the next messenger. I am a human being, I said.
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Always my art took place in private places, in the dark, far from public view. Even then, it was what I wanted to do with my life, “to be an artist,” I always answered.
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Here is where poetry showed up, at this intersection of a glimmer of self-knowledge and the need to make art of whatever materials are at hand
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
myth as an archetypal reality, not as falsehood
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
his poetry taught me that becoming human was the most honorable task of poetry
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Half of her soul was enmeshed in the internal battle of what am I in this place of loss and heartbreak? How do I bear the weight of my soul?
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
in a land that had been taken from us—a land no one could own.
minnaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Or now that the world is neither flat nor round but in the shape of a spiral, the shape of the mind of God.
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