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I’ve heard various interpretations — she’s mourning someone’s death, she’s distraught over Reverend Wadsworth, whatever. In my opinion, belittling this poem with crass context is nothing short of indecent. | 510 It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down— It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out […]

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Now THAT’s love! Cynara Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed […]


(This one is for Kir.) Things Shouldn’t Be So Hard Kay Ryan A life should leave deep tracks: ruts where she went out and back to get the mail or move the hose around the yard; where she used to stand before the sink, a worn-out place; beneath her hand the china knobs rubbed down […]


Probably my favorite poem ever, and pure porn. The Cinnamon Peeler Michael Ondaatje If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The […]