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[moominmolly]

I could use a hug right now. A real one, with arms and no ASCII in it. Since I can't have that, do you have a poem to share with me? Any poem.

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[eestiplika]

This Morning

Waking this morning,
a violent woman in the violent day
laughing.
Past the line of memory
along the long body of your life
in which move childhood, youth, your lifetime of touch,
eyes, lips, chest, belly, sex, legs, to the waves of the
sheet.
I look past the little plant
on the city windowsill
to the tall bookshapes, crushed togeter in greed,
the river flashing flowing corroded,
the intricate harbor and thee sea, the wars, the moon,
the planets, all who people space
in the sun visible invisible
African violets in the light
breathing, in a breathing universe. I want strong peace,
and delight,
the wild good.
I want to make my touch poems:
to find my morning, to find you entire
alive moving among the anti-touch people.

I say across the waves of air to you
today once more
I will try to be non-violent
one more day
this morning, waking the world away,
in the violent day.

-- Muriel Rukeyser

[moominmolly]

I love how many poems you post. Thank you for all of them, perhaps most of all this one!

[rintrahroars]

My favorite poet, Sharon Olds

[kimberlogic]

Meadow Again

[dancingwolfgrrl]

Ha! I just posted one, but here's one just for you: "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" by Wendell Berry, which is so awesome that I love it despite the gender essentialism right there in the middle

[aroraborealis]

I'm with you on everything you said about this poem!

[moominmolly]

Oh! I had this taped up on my office wall for a good six months last year. It's one of my favorites ever. Thank you!!

[liminal_spaces]

One of my faves! (working on memorizing it...)

[avacon]

The last line of this is still awkward. I need to work on it more:

Marsh grasses flex with you tender caress,
oh breeze across the sea shore.
Arms out-streched feel only your breath,
ephemeral as hugs of those passed.