Tag Archives: Maria Popova

Air for the End of April

Air for the End of April   The flowers spray color from the field Where half the world will have to Yield to spring   Everything is bursting Everything is back to the first thing   The thing we almost forgot … Continue reading

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Pink Noise

Pink Noise   I don’t know why I hurt myself Sometimes it just seems like the best solution A way to find something new Or let go of something old When I’m so sorry I ever told you What wasn’t … Continue reading

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Clouds Across Time

Clouds Across Time   You are The one who will go Thrown far As a pillow of clouds Moved by the wind Where tomorrow might Begin again   We have No need for the horizon Sometimes The bridges are surprising … Continue reading

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Journal Page

Journal Page   Did God invent us Because he likes stories Or because he likes jokes The wheel of the earth Turns around its hidden spokes Perfect orbit, perfect angle Perfect distance from the sun How did we get so … Continue reading

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All Done

All Done   I don’t allow myself to speak   I hold myself in silent self- Excoriation, self-crucifixion Remorseless in my self- Castigation   AndI’m bored   I am so bored And ready to throw The whole thing into a … Continue reading

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All Assembled

All Assembled   The towers rise where the horizon begins Giant, mute, silver-haired twins Cut of the same shape Throwing sharp blue into a gray landscape   Yesterday you told me about a faun Playing with the crows Chasing them … Continue reading

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Living Stereo

Living Stereo   Purse woman Strolls Current as cement Crushes my ears On one side Spells madness But heart strings The whole sequence Clangs melody In the invisible Spray of molecules Broken into By past challenges The dust triumphs The … Continue reading

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