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As though
In a world like this
Love starts over and over again
I take this to mean in this fallen world, Love is not infinite to us finite beings. Yet it is infinite, we just have to continually restart it from our perspectives. We must renew it. Both our love for others, and our love for God. The author reconciles with his humanity and his feeling, and communicates he understands the key to defeating doubt is love.
— May 25, 2026 09:19AM
In a world like this
Love starts over and over again
I take this to mean in this fallen world, Love is not infinite to us finite beings. Yet it is infinite, we just have to continually restart it from our perspectives. We must renew it. Both our love for others, and our love for God. The author reconciles with his humanity and his feeling, and communicates he understands the key to defeating doubt is love.
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Lucas
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I wet my eyes to “When You Go” on page 40.
Found myself in love with the imagery and simplicity and line breaks and style of “Going Home” on page 39.
And really enjoyed the flow of “Against Nostalgia” on page 39. A human message.
— May 25, 2026 10:55AM
Found myself in love with the imagery and simplicity and line breaks and style of “Going Home” on page 39.
And really enjoyed the flow of “Against Nostalgia” on page 39. A human message.
Lucas
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“Sunday” on page 33. I re-read it. It speaks to me. A man of faith, and the ocean. Thinking of swimming out into the sea for miles and miles in prayer, and of never struggling back in doubt.
This shows me a man wrestling with doubt, wanting to commit himself fully to faith. In a sense, a romanization of death, a last act of faith to be free of doubt.
The final stanza I find more elusive.
— May 25, 2026 09:15AM
This shows me a man wrestling with doubt, wanting to commit himself fully to faith. In a sense, a romanization of death, a last act of faith to be free of doubt.
The final stanza I find more elusive.
Lucas
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“Tender” was incredibly sad. “Ode” was wonderful. Others didn’t speak to me as I’m sure they speak to others.
I quite enjoyed “Starlings” and “Sunday.”
I find myself returning to the very first poem in this collection, “One Heart.” I’ve fallen in love with it and my interpretation of it, and I believe I will carry it with me for quite some time.
— May 21, 2026 09:55AM
I quite enjoyed “Starlings” and “Sunday.”
I find myself returning to the very first poem in this collection, “One Heart.” I’ve fallen in love with it and my interpretation of it, and I believe I will carry it with me for quite some time.
Lucas
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I appreciate these. Inspiring. “43” was quite nice. I enjoyed and related to the mental imagery of “Jupiter.”
— May 20, 2026 05:42PM
Lucas
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“At a Waterfall, Reykjavik” on page 22 inspired me to write a poem that just flew
I called it: “Twilight Confession” pulls apart how I feel this summer… at least an aspect of how I feel
— May 20, 2026 05:37PM
I called it: “Twilight Confession” pulls apart how I feel this summer… at least an aspect of how I feel
Lucas
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“Lovable” on page 16 hit more reading again after a few days, since I forgot to log it.
I really really really enjoy “Tired of Love Poems” on the following page. “What we tire of is that we never tire of it.” Beautiful and true.
— May 20, 2026 04:51PM
I really really really enjoy “Tired of Love Poems” on the following page. “What we tire of is that we never tire of it.” Beautiful and true.
Lucas
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On page 12, the line “I am always learning the same thing: / one day all this will only be memory. / One day soon. For no good reason.”
just struck me like a train. Here I am, two days after my brother’s wedding, and it went by in a blur. It went by as if it was another production, another lab. It went by.
And now it’s only memory. For no good reason. So much is just going by. I don’t want to skip anymore.
— May 16, 2026 09:09AM
just struck me like a train. Here I am, two days after my brother’s wedding, and it went by in a blur. It went by as if it was another production, another lab. It went by.
And now it’s only memory. For no good reason. So much is just going by. I don’t want to skip anymore.
Lucas
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There’s a strong case to be made for a Christian interpretation, the first sky being God/the Holy Spirit, fastening one heart to every falling thing being connecting Christ to every fallen man in this fallen world. Freedom is the goal. The work of wings, the work of angels.
— Apr 08, 2026 04:25PM
Lucas
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I’ve only read the first four poems, because the poem “One Heart” on page 3 took up so much of me when I read it. All at once it struck me but didn’t. It struck me as something beautiful and intriguing, begging to be interpreted, so interpret I did.
— Apr 08, 2026 04:24PM