Front Steps Poetry by Tyler Knott Gregson
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“Come back
believer in shade
believer in silence and elegance
believer in ferns
believer in patience
believer in the rain.”
(W.S. Merwin, “The Rain in the Trees”)
“I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.”
(Frank O’Hara, “Mayakovsky”)
Sometimes you linger days
upon a word,
a single, uncontaminated drop
of sound; for daysit trembles, liquid to the mind,
then falls:
mere denotation
dimming the undertow of language.—John Burnside, from “Like me, you sometimes waken” in Common Knowledge (Cape Poetry, 1991)
That’s the great luxury of enough:
thinking salt water will suffice against thirst. But I have
the rest of my life to be fucked in the dark. Whether you
loved me or not—if you even knew how—the tide didn’t
frighten me. You were the waves I couldn’t turn my back on.
—Keetje Kuipers, excerpt from What I Thought Then (via holdonmagnolia)
(via theoryoflostthings)
“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
(Arthur Rimbaud, “Song of the Highest Tower”)
“Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”
(Robert Frost, “Reluctance”)
“Here is my wind-jammer: I am at the helm,
holding a course to reach the China shore.
I gather up my peg box, reef myself in, go inside,
the salt air of purpose in my lungs once more.”
(John Watts, “Hanging Out Sheets”)
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