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margaret atwood, ‘midwinter, presolstice’

you wear an ancestor's face. you look like a woman you'll never meet. in that mirror, there's thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.

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Emily Brontë, Poems of Emily Brontë

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Ode,’ a poem by Czesław Miłosz

“O October Season of poetry, of the total daring Of starting one’s life at every moment anew,”]

Albert Oehlen Geschmeidig (Malleable) 1999

john my beloved - sufjan stevens / birds hover the trampled fields - richard siken

the song of achilles by madeline miller

The Crane Wife by CJ Hauser

abject permanence by larissa pham

Roman Poem Number Ten, June Jordan