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Monday, April 06, 2009


outside, in the rain, we love
with our hands tied,
while things tear away at us.

--goldfish are ordinary, cassarino






as if banishing love is a fix. as if the stars go out when we shut our sleepy eyes


-- d. a. powell




call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you,
every tenderness I have ever known
has been nothing
but thwarted violence, an ache
so permanent and deep, the lightest touch
awakens it. . . . It is impossible

to care enough.

...

I smile and bow, and the world is loud.
And though I dare not lean in to shout
Can't you see that I'm deaf? —
I also cannot stop listening.




--Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna
by Rita Dove


ash @ 12:07 AM