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The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak | Mothman Apologia, Robert Wood Lynn | The Numbers Game, Emily Berry
#was going to add the new one but made this instead#anne carson#molly brodak#robert wood lynn#emily berry#parallels#web weaving
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no name by Emily Berry
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#poem#poetry#emily berry#gaza genocide#gazaunderattack#free gaza#stand with gaza#free palestine#palestine#save palestine#palestinian genocide#i stand with palestine#pro palestine
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I just want to be gone. I want to be unknown.
~Emily Berry
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Listen to me little water I called you up believing something would arise in me believing I could make you reappear on my way to the cemetery every face was luminous as if they knew something about the dark I think you were in us all reminding me not to despair or if despairing know that we did not lose each other either side of the calamity we fused you went inside & I could not see you but afterwards afterwards I could see underwater I could see in the dark I could see with my eyes closed I could see past the shimmer that separates the living & the dead and I knew there was nothing no separation it was just aura the most remarkable sadness & if only I would keep looking I would see you
Aura by Emily Berry
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Because of Us
This morning I learned
the English word gauze (finely woven medical cloth)
comes from the Arabic word غزة or Ghazza because Gazans have been skilled weavers for centuries
I wondered then
how many of our wounds
have been dressed because of them
and how many of theirs
have been left open because of us
- Emily Berry
www.emilyberry.co.uk
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— Emily Berry, from "(One day you would say those words)", Unexhausted Time (Faber & Faber, 2022)
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the old fuel by Emily Berry
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I think this is about death (personified) not a lover
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I was very young when I was cracked open.
Some things you should let go of Others you shouldn’t Views differ as to which I kept hold of everything, just in case ]
Emily Berry, The Numbers Game
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I felt I was born in a time when a lot of stuff was just…not known…So we asked, what was it like, to be a human being…? The clouds flushed with their ridiculous secret, light. Our minds like a playing field in spring… Most feelings are very old, they have been under the earth and then up to the surface again, they have been in the vapour of clouds and all across the surface of the sky like hairline cracks in the glaze on porcelain, our motivations under the river like pebbles or like the lives of unseen creatures that keep us alive… There was a song we had never heard before, it was a very old song, it was a song, we once knew but an imaginary one. Listening to it was like looking at the sky at a certain time of day, on certain days, in midsummer, as it slowly pulls itself apart. There were so many times I wanted to give up but then a message would appear from a complete stranger, from miles away, telling me to go on. So I went on.
(I felt I was born in a time) by Emily Berry
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Our Love Could Spoil Dinner by Emily Berry
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