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Dearly:
"‘The world’s burning up. It always did.’
‘The late poems are the ones / I turn to first now, wrote poet W.S. Merwin, ‘it is the late poems / that are made of words / that have come the whole way.’ Margaret Atwood’s 2020 collection of poetry, Dearly, i" Read more of this review » |
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“Dearest,
If I could fold myself into this poem,
if I could carve my longing
into the spaces between the lines,
if I could squeeze my heart
into the words, and reach you,
would you finally understand?”
―
If I could fold myself into this poem,
if I could carve my longing
into the spaces between the lines,
if I could squeeze my heart
into the words, and reach you,
would you finally understand?”
―
“My heart
is slowly breaking
under the weight
of loving you
from this impossible distance.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
is slowly breaking
under the weight
of loving you
from this impossible distance.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
“There is no sorrow for a soul
like the sorrow of losing a beloved—
a water, the cold darkness
of which none of us know
until we’re thrown into its depths.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
like the sorrow of losing a beloved—
a water, the cold darkness
of which none of us know
until we’re thrown into its depths.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
“There is no sorrow for a soul
like the sorrow of losing a beloved—
a water, the cold darkness
of which none of us know
until we’re thrown into its depths.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
like the sorrow of losing a beloved—
a water, the cold darkness
of which none of us know
until we’re thrown into its depths.”
― A Secret Silent Fall
“Dearest,
If I could fold myself into this poem,
if I could carve my longing
into the spaces between the lines,
if I could squeeze my heart
into the words, and reach you,
would you finally understand?”
―
If I could fold myself into this poem,
if I could carve my longing
into the spaces between the lines,
if I could squeeze my heart
into the words, and reach you,
would you finally understand?”
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