poeticnoumenology

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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Cameron Awkward-Rich,  from "The Child Formerly Known As _________"

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Jenny Zhang, from "my sweet angel on earth thank you for this life"

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“We talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”

— Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning”

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Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Fury of Flowers and Worms,”

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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

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“Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky  

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Nikki Giovani

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Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

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Maria Hummel, from “Stone Bread”

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I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October.

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 15 October 1930 featured in Diary of Virginia Woolf: Volume III: 1925-30

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Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers

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Devin Kelly, from “How to Drown”

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Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

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Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

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"I am offering this poem to you,

since I have nothing else to give.

Keep it like a warm coat

when winter comes to cover you,

or like a pair of thick socks

the cold cannot bite through,

I love you,

I have nothing else to give you,

so it is a pot full of yellow corn

to warm your belly in winter,

it is a scarf for your head, to wear

over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you,

Keep it, treasure this as you would

if you were lost, needing direction,

in the wilderness life becomes when mature;

and in the corner of your drawer,

tucked away like a cabin or hogan

in dense trees, come knocking,

and I will answer, give you directions,

and let you warm yourself by this fire,

rest by this fire, and make you feel safe

I love you,

It’s all I have to give,

and all anyone needs to live,

and to go on living inside,

when the world outside

no longer cares if you live or die;

remember,

I love you."

Jimmy Santiago Baca