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Love Thyself

by Wesley Kieswetter

Thy soul so fragile, thy spirit so blurred
As the gateway opens, with one magick word
The light fast approaching, what is this I see?
It’s a thought, a mirror, a reflection of me
It comes even closer, with glistening eyes
Is it something I love, or something I despise?
I hear a soft voice, an echo so slight
In my minds eye, a brilliant white light
The voice getting louder, still can’t understand
Out of the white light, an enormous white hand

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Cities

by Hilda Doolittle

Can we believe -- by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each patterned alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.

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A Daily Joy To Be Alive

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

No matter how serene things
may be in my life,
how well things are going,
my body and soul
are two cliff peaks
from which a dream of who I can be
falls, and I must learn
to fly again each day,
or die.

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If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash

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Xvii (I Do Not Love You...)

by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

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Recent Light Poems

when light closes without us

by Rikske Kessner

"when light closes without us"

A ridge sits higher than my step,
a bright sphere lodged in its fork—
still out of reach,
still steady in its perch,
as if the day itself paused there.

A wash of colour drifts along
a slow‑moving bank,

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A Latent Light

by Fidelis Peter Olowu

In every soul resides a latent light
Yet not all lights can themselves light
For every light needs a light
To help them light up their own latent light

No light loses its own light
When it gives light to another light
Else, light would be scarce at night
And no man would work nor walk at night

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Still Hoping

by Somali Mukherjee

Never go to ask someone
With sincere solidarity;
Fiery replies make us burn'
With serious frivolity.

None can help you, never will they;
This world's too complex;
Disgraced must be you to say,
If you do reflex.

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Mother Call me Ayatullah Nurjati (After Learning the Legacy of the Saint)

by Ayatullah Nurjati

Mother called me Ayatullah Nurjati—two words I made into a blind map for this ever-heavier life.
Back then, I thought only she strung them together.

“Ayatullah,” she said, “Sign of Allah.”
I learned to read it in the wrinkles of my father’s brow,
in prayers stumbling from our mouths too busy complaining.

“Nurjati,” she whispered, “Light of the Teak.”
I thought it an old metaphor,
until I realized: teak isn’t valued in its youth.

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Back to Reality

by Somali Mukherjee

Utmost excitement
Couldn't erase my dark moments;
Gravity dragged me...