Richard Siken

  THE WAY THE LIGHT REFLECTS   The paint doesn’t move the way the light reflects, so what’s there to be faithful to? I am...
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Wang Ping

Define pain: a lonely ghost / A thousand cuts into the heart / A beast chews off the limb to get off the trap

Jane Hirshfield

The rain is string / for wrapping a package no one knows / the inside of, they just keep trying to mail it.

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