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Pay Attention
Sophie Cabot Black
‘I can only do what is here. But you / Have an entire congregation of choice’
Supernovae
Ellen Rachlin
‘Theory cannot be tangible fact / like driving on I-95 to get to a lecture / on supernovae.’
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
The Sun in a Box
Caleb Klaces
‘When I was younger I drafted a memory. / I drew a rectangle on a piece of card / and called it a computer.’
We’ll always have Paris
Richard Meier
‘I’d gone there with my girlfriend of three years, / then left her three days after meeting you.’
Bird of Fire
Rowan Ricardo Phillips
‘No more, no longer the sweet difference / Between real and dream I knew.’
Sunday Drive Home
David Masello
‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’
Fabric
Richard Meier
‘At midnight on our third and final date / I stepped inside her Edwardian conversion / to find a stripped-pine, bookless space.’
Dark Night
Ben Okri
‘On a night when my soul was damp / I found in the street a dark lamp. / The moon was cold and green, / The sky had a sinister sheen’
Face to Face
Tomas Tranströmer
ʻThe birds refused to fly and the soul / grated against the landscape.ʼ
I had wondered about the signs of burning
John Kinsella
‘None of it made sense. The house shows / no signs – the old core of the house as it is now – / of fire, of giving up the ghost.’
