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

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

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

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

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

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