Author Archives: xineann

Two Quatrains, Yehuda Amichai

I. Once I escaped, but I do not remember why or from which god. I shall therefore travel through my life like Jonah in his dark fish. We’ve settled it between us, I am the fish, we’re both in the … Continue reading

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Beginners, Denise Levertov

In memory of Roberta Rachael Flannery  January 1938 – December 2018 Beginners “From too much love of living, Hope and desire set free, Even the weariest river Winds somewhere to the sea—“ But we have only begun To love the … Continue reading

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Dogspel, Ann Cefola

In the beginning was the Bone and the Bone was good and strong, it grew outward in layers, flushed inside by beating blood, held by organs, muscle and sinew, until with a yelp and flash of water emerged with other … Continue reading

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Late Fragment, Raymond Carver

Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? to call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. ~Raymond Carver

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End of Winter, Louise Gluck

Over the still world, a bird calls waking solitary among black boughs. You wanted to be born; I let you be born. When has my grief ever gotten in the way of your pleasure? Plunging ahead into the dark and … Continue reading

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Light is the Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guinn

Light is the left hand of darkness,and darkness the right hand of light.  Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way. ~Ursula K. Le Guin 1(21 … Continue reading

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The Waking, Theodore Roethke

The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear … Continue reading

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