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"I look / at you / and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in / the world" — Frank O'Hara

The Arrowhead Mary Oliver The arrowhead, which I found beside the river, was glittering and pointed. I picked it up, and said, “Now, it’s mine.” I thought of showing it to friends. I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket— in a little box, on my desk. Halfway home, past

"First you figure out what each one means by itself," — Mary Oliver

“I write for myself and strangers.” — Gertrude Stein

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“For example: A flower / is the most beautiful lie.” — Arkaye Kierulf

"I lived / to revenge myself / against my father" – Louise Glück

"I go where I belong, inexorably, / as the rain that has lain long // in the furrow"

"love is less always than to win / less never than alive / less bigger than the least begin / less littler than forgive" — E. E. Cummings

"I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world." — Mary Oliver

"The easy way: get to know him better." — Wendy Cope

“she’ll run upstairs through the decaying porch / burning with love and love’s happiness,” — Yevgeny Yevtushenko

“The universe, remember, is a ribbon / where we follow back to the beginning” — Marvin Bell

"I wanted only this: / the room, the chair, the sound of the rain falling, / hour after hour, in the warmth of the spring night." – Louise Glück

“i want this body and all it renders possible— / the dance, the gather, the bend, the bringing forth— // to be your church.” — McKenzie Chinn

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