"Face, blush, breath eyes, evanescent"
Lee, Dickinson, Davis, Valentine, Malebranche
Correction: In yesterday’s newsletter, “It meant I loved,” the poem “First Memory” was written by Louise Glück, not W.S. Merwin. Thank you to my readers who caught this mistake.
Li-Young Lee:
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Emily Dickinson:
It will not harm / her magic pace / That we, so far behind Her distances / Element / propitiate / As Branches / touch the Wind / Not hoping for / his notice far / vast / But nearer to / Adore—[closer / further / simply / merely / finer] / 'Tis Glory's over-takelessness / That makes our / running poor / We introduce/ourselves + / To Planets and to Flowers / But with / ourselves / Have Etiquettes / Embarrassments / And awes
Lydia Davis:
Jean Valentine:
Nicolas Malebranche:
The visible world would be more perfect if seas and continents had a regular shape.
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