“If I must die / let it bring hope / let it be a tale”
— Refaat Alareer
Palestinian poet Refaat Alareer was killed alongside several family members by an Israeli air strike in Gaza. I don't have words for this loss.
“I move in this house with you, the way I move
in my mind, unencumbered by beauty’s cage.”
— Ada Limón, from Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance
Happy birthday, dearest Mary Oliver. How you changed my life.
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This poem appeared in American Primitive by Mary Oliver, published by Back Bay Books, 1978. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“Six billion tons sounds impossible / until I consider how it is to swallow grief— / just a teaspoon and one might as well have consumed / a neutron star.”
— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
“you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again”
— Ellen Bass, from The Thing Is
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“He was my North, my South, my East and West, / My working week and my Sunday rest, / My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; / I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”
— W.H. Auden
“I think / heartbreaking, but also / insane. Also / very funny.”
— Louise Glück
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This poem appeared in Meadowlands by Louise Glück, published by Ecco, 1996. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“The world is full of paper. // Write to me.”
— Agha Shahid Ali
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This poem appeared in The Half-Inch Himalayas by Agha Shahid Ali, published by Wesleyan University Press, 1987. Shared here with profound gratitude.
“It's almost cruel, he laughs. / After everything, how the world still insists / on being beautiful.”
— Joy Sullivan
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This poem appeared in Instructions for Traveling West: Poems by Joy Sullivan, published by the Dial Press, 2024. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“when I say love, I mean / I wait at the door for / you to arrive”
— William Bortz (
@william_bortz
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This poem appeared in Many Small Hungerings by William Bortz, published by Andrews McMeel (
@AndrewsMcMeel
), 2023. Shared here with deep gratitude.
“And you wait, you wait for that one thing
that will infinitely enlarge your life;
the gigantic, the stupendous,
the awakening of stones,
depths turned round toward you.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Memory
“Suppose the stars are just our grief reflected back to us, proof that grief sometimes forgets its source, that it can find dead things no matter how distant.”
— Victoria Chang
“Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action.”
— Audre Lorde
“Shall I condemn myself a little / for you to forgive yourself”
— Fady Joudah
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This poem spurred the essay, “My Palestinian Poem that “The New Yorker” Wouldn’t Publish,” an essay by Fady Joudah published in The Los Angeles Review of Books: