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I will let them speak for themselves.“I remember her
young, whirling, clovened by daisies.
I remember her, the hem of her skirt
anointing the high meadows.
Her hair
braided, unbraided
on the surface of the water.”
-A.Suler, “December Nights”

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain.has such small hands
-ee cummings “somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond”

“There was a time
when I had no need to sing
for the world itself
whistled through
the open spaces in me”
-A.Suler, “Before the End”

“The shed and its timber
have been torn down.
The nails bent like
grass after a storm.
I will not unbend them.

Somewhere on the lawn
there is a red cardinal
with its face tucked and searching
crimson and unsteady as a puddle.
An inkpot amongst the green.”
-A.Suler, “Phoenix”

“Somedays I want to roll the
whole of it
like a persimmon in my hands
crush out the seeds
and eat it live”
-A.Suler, “Autumn”

“Asleep, we pass though one another
like blowing snow,
all of us,
-Linda Hogan, “Our Houses”

“you could chase all these things
but instead, you will gather them
and leave them
let them sit in the tall grass
let them fill
like jars left out in the rain”
-A.Suler, “For Owen”

“The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors.”
-Czeslaw Milosz