There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.
Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath. - Mary Szybist
Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.
- Mary Szybist
If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone t… - Mary Szybist
If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone t…
Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself. - Mary Szybist
Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.
I do not believe in the beauty of falling. - Mary Szybist
I do not believe in the beauty of falling.
You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness. - Mary Szybist
You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness.
There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do. - Mary Szybist
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