For the time being.
How I loathe the Republicans.
Here are some poems I love:
Then
Muriel Rukeyser
When I am dead, even then,
I will still love you, I will wait in these poems,
When I am dead, even then
I am still listening to you.
I will still be making poems for you
out of silence;
silence will be falling into that silence,
it is building music.
Yes
by William Stafford
It
could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It
could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out – no guarantees
in this life.
But
some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.
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