Monthly Archives: July 2009

Insomnia

Posted on 22 July 2009 by xineann

Insomnia I Some nights it’s bound to be your best way out, When nightmare is the short end of the stick, When sleep is a part of town where it’s not safe To walk at night, when waking is the … Continue reading →

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No wonder you are the way you are

Posted on 16 July 2009 by xineann

Love Poem There is always something to be made of pain. Your mother knits. She turns out scarves in every shade of red. They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm while she married over and over, taking you … Continue reading →

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The Other Kingdoms ~ Mary Oliver

Posted on 13 July 2009 by xineann

The Other Kingdoms   Consider the other kingdoms.  The trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding titles: oak, aspen, willow. Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north have dozens of words to describe its different arrivals.  Or the … Continue reading →

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Carl Sandburg ~ I Sang

Posted on 9 July 2009 by xineann

I Sang I SANG to you and the moon But only the moon remembers.      I sang O reckless free-hearted     free-throated rhythms, Even the moon remembers them     And is kind to me. ~Carl Sandburg Source: Edmund Dulac – Where to buy … Continue reading →

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To Mention an Orchid to a Storm

Posted on 4 July 2009 by xineann

to mention an orchid to a storm by the long, cool dark of her hair, i am divided; as if i were a yes torn between too many no’s, as if the night had a flavor all its own, and … Continue reading →

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Fionula Dowling – Ways of Keeping

Posted on 1 July 2009 by xineann

Ways of Keeping I have kept my love for you like an unloved dog, chained up in the yard. You have kept your love for me pressed between pages of a well-loved book. With a diamond, secretly, you have etched … Continue reading →

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