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For all this, nature is never spent; there lives the dearest freshness deep down things.

There he comes out / there from the enchanted house, / I come out from there.

Here from Martyr! because Kaveh Akbar reached into my soul and turns out that’s his job i guess

Cried reading the first poem ever because holy shit it’s the first poem ever

Poetry as prayer as meditation as in thinning the partition between a person and a divine

This collection “exists in opposition to the colonial impulse.” :)

this is an extraordinary, luminous, wide-reaching and wide-embracing collection, and I’m grateful every day for Kaveh Akbar, and also that I have this to hold onto after We Do Not Part