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IRENE. We see the irretrievable only when—
Breaks off.
PROFESSOR RUBEK. (Looks inquiringly at her.) When—?
IRENE. When we dead awaken.
PROFESSOR RUBEK. (Shakes his head mournfully.) What do we really see then?
IRENE. We see that we have never lived.
She goes towards the slope and descends.
Andrea Gibson's dynamic and energetic first book, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns, challenges us …
Our sky is so perfectly blue it’s repulsive.
Somebody tell me where god lives
‘cause if god is truth, god doesn’t live here.
Our lies have seared the sun too hot to live by.
The Crown Ain't Worth Much, Hanif Abdurraqib's first full-length collection, is a sharp and vulnerable …
and we are only 19 and not yet saddled with the burdens of our parents except for in the middle of some nights, when the loneliness slides itself along our necks like a crucifix and we gasp for anything familiar,
isn’t it funny how art most imitates life when a black body is being drained of it? how easily we can imitate that which is never coming back again to claim its space?
If the world does not break into song now,
on this morning,
it will never sing.
If a writer were to compose a successful piece
describing an almond blossom, the fog would rise
from the hills, and people, all the people, would say:
This is it.
These are the words of our national anthem.
The dream must guide the dreamers
like inspiration-and with a sigh-
Take my hand, impossible thing!
And he disappeared, as legends do.
He did not win to die, nor lose to live.
I knew the end of the journey from the first step,
he says to himself.
I have not withdrawn from the world,
nor have I gotten closer to the world.
There is no reason why poetry
should not falter in telling its story and beware of
an amazing flaw in the image.
But lust for life, even with no satisfying proofs,
is stronger than …
If the world does not break into song now,
on this morning,
it will never sing.
If a writer were to compose a successful piece
describing an almond blossom, the fog would rise
from the hills, and people, all the people, would say:
This is it.
These are the words of our national anthem.
The dream must guide the dreamers
like inspiration-and with a sigh-
Take my hand, impossible thing!
And he disappeared, as legends do.
He did not win to die, nor lose to live.
I knew the end of the journey from the first step,
he says to himself.
I have not withdrawn from the world,
nor have I gotten closer to the world.
There is no reason why poetry
should not falter in telling its story and beware of
an amazing flaw in the image.
But lust for life, even with no satisfying proofs,
is stronger than Life and Death.
Favourites: With the Fog So Dense on the Bridge, Happy (I Know Not Why), I Used to Love Winter, I Love Autumn and the Shade of Meanings, To Describe an Almond Blossom, I Sit at Home, He Waited for No One, Now, in Exile.
Natasha Trethewey’s poems are at once deeply personal and historical—exploring her own interracial and complicated roots—and utterly American, connecting them …
Auguries of Innocence is the first book of poetry from Patti Smith in more than a decade. It marks a …
Introduction to the book: "I will do anything to avoid boredom. It is the task of a lifetime. You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough."
sold.
Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a …
Didn't really enjoy this one. It is intriguing, reading a book written only about a colour. But at the same time I feel as if the author was trying too hard. The writing style was good, though. It's a new way I've explored of expressing oneself. But the thoughts, opinions, comments (? Idk, honestly) did not really seem to connect (at least to me) and were way too random and seem to come one after the other without any purpose whatsoever.
In Meridian, Alice Walker wrote the classic novel of the civil rights movement. Her new novel goes back to the …
This book is beyond rating, honestly.
Leaving certain excerpts here:
But still tomorrow builds into my face such island fortresses of silence that words find not a door to enter by.
And when I go, I close the door of the earth behind me.
The sun showed me its journal.
The white ink of my tears chaptered my history on those black pages.
I hear the voice of time in poems,
Refusal is my melody.
Words are my life,
and life is my disease.
and in my veins,
such love, such yearning ...
And I, rejection's master,
turn from my window,
shivering, to write my soul.
Librarian note: Alternate cover editions for this ISBN are: "Woman in white dress" (with the …
anne brontë evidently hates men, marriage, and marriage to men so this book is an 11/10.
also, fergus, sancho, and rover are the stars of this show.
There are some good, 'long' ones in this collection. But i absolutely dislike this kind of writing style. I did want to like this because of its importance but... couldn't.
Wanted to read mostly for the female circumcision, but rest is good too.
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