From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
The mean reds on a Sunday. Yes, it doesn't surprise me anymore. The blues are okay; I can handle those. But this — this is something I live with. Here: listen to this and tell me I'm not allowed to
The Remains by Mark Strand
I change and I am the same. Nothing has been truer today. The Remains Mark Strand I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets, I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road. At night I turn back the
Mirror by Mark Strand
Hello, April. Hello, poetry month. I haven't forgotten about you. I haven't forgotten about a lot of things, which makes it hard to live sometimes. Mirror Mark Strand A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a
Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
I am starting a creative journal as a requirement in school. It's a tentative beginning to a relationship with my dreams. I haven't decided yet if this is a worthwhile activity that should be pursued for my whole life, or
The Story Of Our Lives by Mark Strand
Stayed up all night reading and rereading this. I should be sleeping. The Story Of Our Lives Mark Strand 1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on a street. There is no one there, no sound
Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Almost didn't get anything done because I have spent most of my day reading poetry. I haven't wasted any time anyhow, right? Eating Poetry Mark Strand Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I