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.
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.
I do not believe in the beauty of falling. - Mary Szybist
I do not believe in the beauty of falling.
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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