"This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally what always evades us, what is beyond, but what is always there – the unspoken." — Octavio Paz — Ilya Kaminsky (@ilya_poet) January 16, 2019
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“We were together. I forget the rest.” — Walt Whitman — Ilya Kaminsky (@ilya_poet) January 2, 2019 To more of the same. knife | fork | book
In the back door, the happy moments streaked with sadness, but perhaps they always were. Young lady, is the password. — John Ashbery (@AshberyEbooks) November 11, 2018
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Beauty now
I want beauty now — Alice Burdick (@AliceBurdick) November 9, 2018 Hear ALICE BURDICK read from her new selected, DEPORTMENT, THURSDAY NOVEMBER 14TH at the Imperial Pub [Toronto]
How strange it is, to be standing leaning against the current of time. W.G. Sebald — Ilya Kaminsky (@ilya_poet) November 4, 2018
every nature poem ever written is already an elegy — — anne boyer (@anne_boyer) October 31, 2018
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