Tag: poetry
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If not, it can’t be helped
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in ReadI do my thing and you do your thing.I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,And you are not in this world to live up to mine.You are you, and I am I,and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.If not, it can’t be helped. Fritz Perls, 1969
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You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop, Marge Piercy
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in ReadYou ask why sometimes I say stopwhy sometimes I cry nowhile I shake with pleasure.What do I fear, you ask,why don’t I always want to comeand come again to that moltendeep sea center where the nervesfuse open and the brainand body shine with a black wordless lightfluorescent and heaving like plankton. If you turn over…
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Long ago on a night of danger and vigil
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in ReadThe title of this post came from Marge Piercy’s poem, If They Come in the Night (which is also the title of the blog for now). The second stanza is particularly spot-on for me: I said, I like my life. If Ihave to give it back, if theytake it from me, let menot feel I…