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Its nature
is ruthless, nothing
as simple as
loss being ruinous,
those undeniable rainbows
of oil, shock of bright
sulphurous puddles
(in goldfinch, in lemon)
and now what,
if that beauty's
terrible plumage
makes you keep looking
and disturbs your despair.

- Some Beauty by Lia Purpura

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The audience hears the ghost of Robert
Johnson, four months gone, easing out
of a Victrola phonograph at center stage -
the entire concert suddenly enveloped
by the man who was not there.

- selected lines from 1938 by J. Patrick Lewis

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I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
and more plain. The glass chimes I hung
over the register ring a little
when the heat goes on.
I waited too long to drink my tea.
It was not hot. It was only warm.

- Winter Love by Linda Gregg

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Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
As well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rock to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.

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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly --- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

- Omar Khayyam

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