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Exercise by W. S. Merwin

First forget what time it is for an hour do it regularly every day then forget what day of the week it is do this regularly for a week then forget what country you are in and practice doing it … Continue reading

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Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and … Continue reading

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My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Hart Crane

There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough For the letters of my mother’s mother, Elizabeth, That have been … Continue reading

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Apostasy by Charlotte Brontë

This last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call not back a word. Point not to thy Madonna, Priest,– Thy sightless saint of stone; She cannot, from this burning … Continue reading

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Who Knows by Cally Conan-Davies

When I go, will part of me linger here beside the sea? Perhaps the heart of me will stay and roam this tide-line every day, singing songs of breaking waves, turning shells the tide engraves with liquid lilt of water … Continue reading

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