...gripping the
rim of the sink
you claw your
way to stand
and cling there,
quaking with
will, on
heron legs,
and still the hot
muck pours
out of you. (p. 27)

Barbara Blatner

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I could simply
kill you now,
get it over with,
who would
know the difference?
I could easily
kick you in, stove you
under, for all those times,
mean on gin,
you rammed words
into my belly. (p. 52)

Barbara Blatner

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oh.
she heard it
too-no waters
coursing, canyon
empty, sun
soundless-
and the beast
your life
nowhere
hiding (p. 103)

Barbara Blatner

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Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.

Cuando vas por las calles
nadie te reconoce.
Nadie ve tu corona de cristal, nadie mira
la alfombra de oro rojo
que pisas donde pasas,
la alfombra que no existe.

Y cuando asomas
suenan todos los ríos
en mi cuerpo, sacuden
el cielo las campanas,
y un himno llena el mundo.

Sólo tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo, amor mío,
lo escuchamos.

Pablo Neruda

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Hanginiz bilir, benim kadar/ Karpuzdan fener yapmasını" - Orhan Veli.

Sunay Akın

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Matahari kalah terang dengan hatinya,
Bulan kalah indah dengan senyumannya,
Air kalah jernih dengan jiwanya,
Bumi kalah subur dengan amalnya,
Langit kalah cerah dengan akhlaknya,
Batu kalah keras dengan imannya,
Dan aku pun kalah hati kepadanya.

Siti Khadijah Bashir 2010

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All day long you sit and sew,
Stitch life down for fear it grow,

Stitch life down for fear we guess
At the hidden ugliness.

Dusty voice that throbs with heat,
Hoping with your steel-thin beat

To put stitches in my mind,
Make it tidy, make it kind,

You shall not: I'll keep it free
Though you turn earth, sky and sea

To a patchwork quilt to keep
Your mind snug and warm in sleep!

Edith Sitwell

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The fusty showman fumbles, must
Fit in a particle of dust


The universe, for fear it gain
Its freedom from my cube of brain.


Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace
Behind my crude-striped wooden face


As I, a puppet tinsel-pink
Leap on my springs, learn how to think—


Till like the trembling golden stalk
Of some long-petalled star, I walk


Through the dark heavens, and the dew
Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through.

Edith Sitwell

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Answers



I kept my answers small and kept them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.

The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.

But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.

Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.

And all the great conclusions coming near

Edith Sitwell

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Your soul: pure glucose edged with hints
Of tentative and half-soiled tints

Edith Sitwell

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