Lyric opens empty spaces for gestalts, one at a time: together a whole appears beyond the page: an invitation…Thomas Transtromer, Selected Poems, @eccobooks Ed Hass; this one trans Bly. Read contemplatively. Sit in its shifting radiance. “Slowly night comes”: the world opens.
"The mind is a thing deeply marked. I have bound myself to this damage."
This beauty by Laurie Sheck '[Did not forsee]', from a favourite collection CAPTIVITY 🤍
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We'll dive into the soup
With a grain of salt between our teeth
And won't come up
Until we learn its song.
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[no one quite like Charles Simic in his foodie poem wildness]