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C. L. O'Dell Jan 10
“and across / The grass a shadow lay for which there was no source, / A narrow plinth dividing the garden, and the air / Was like the air after a fire, or before a storm, / Ungodly still, but full of dark shapes turning.” —Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from “The Dragon”
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C. L. O'Dell Jan 9
“You would say it was dying it is immortal” —Merwin
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Chelsea Dingman Dec 23
“I got it all wrong. I wound up believing in words the way a scientist / believes in carbon, after death.” -Larry Levis “Winter Stars” ✨
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C. L. O'Dell Aug 25
I needed this. This poem works on a level I am unfamiliar with.
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C. L. O'Dell Jun 20
It’s hard to write a poem right now and make it magical, no matter how many stars I put in it.
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Maggie Smith May 1
Hot DAMN this poem from 's new book We, the Almighty Fires. 🔥🔥🔥I'm spending the afternoon outside with this beauty of a collection.
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Devin Gael Kelly Apr 25
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C. L. O'Dell Apr 21
My hands were in the dirt all day. I was so close to finding where poems come from.
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Victoria Chang Apr 7
First poem in Kai Carlson-Wee’s book, Rail. There’s something lovely in the cadences of these lines I haven’t quite figured out yet.
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C. L. O'Dell Apr 6
“this one summer we have entered eternity. / I felt your two hands / bury me to release its splendor.” —Louise Glück
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C. L. O'Dell Apr 6
Lucie Brock-Broido for weeks now you haunt me. Thank you.
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C. L. O'Dell Apr 4
My head when beginning a poem: Bird, Love, Flower, Love, Snow, Love, Silence, Love, Love, Love, Real non-poetic love, Space, Love, Love, Doubt, Everything, Everything, Nothing, Living, Dying, Love, Bird, Here
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POETRY magazine Mar 29
they give us the evil we need to stay moored to good —Kaveh Akbar
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NYer Page-Turner Mar 26
The soft tick of snow landing in its own body— what was left of time. It then took every voice to the ground with it. In a way it listened to me but also took me down. C. L. O'Dell, "How Forever Works"
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C. L. O'Dell Mar 26
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Joseph Fasano Mar 25
Forrest Gander is the real deal: "...Here Is the world. You Do not even know How violently you are involved." - from "Repeating Dream"
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C. L. O'Dell Mar 24
I am my best poet in the moments each day I become so devastatingly aware I don’t exist, or so beautifully unaware I may never exist again.
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Rachael de Moravia Mar 20
All day I tried to distinguish need from desire. —Louise Glück
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C. L. O'Dell Mar 21
“and its call troubled the dreams / Of those sleeping there in the simplicity of their light.” —Yves Bonnefoy
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Henri Cole Mar 19
O, this makes me so sad all over again. A posthumous poem from the "gentle," "saphired," "wide-eyed" Lucie Brock-Broido. “Giraffe”
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