Category Archives: Poetry

Week 102: Juana de Ibarbourou

“I know my hands may never calm down.

The ghosts around me will be dim, juiceless, but my hands

will scratch like moles.”   – Juana de Ibarbourou, “Life Hook” (translated from Spanish)
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Week 101: T.S. Eliot

“At the still point, there the dance is.” – T.S. Eliot, “Four Quartets”

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Week 70: Shinji Moon

“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.”
-Shinji Moon
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