Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish
“It is raining now. / It is raining more than ever, / and you do not come in.” — Mahmoud Darwish
absence. displacement. by Etel Adnan
“I love the rain when it / wraps me like a / river” — Etel Adnan
Most Days I Want to Live by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
"And I said, / Then, gosh. What’s the point? / The flowers themselves, / I suppose."
To Be Held by Linda Hogan
"the way a tree always shelters the unborn life / waiting for the healing / after the storm / which has been our life."
Wild Oats by W.S. Merwin
"September when the wind / drops and to us it seems / that the days are waiting / I needed my mistakes / in their own order / to get me here"
Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong
"Woke up screaming with no sound. The room filling with a bluish water / called dawn."
Sometimes by Mary Oliver
"Two or three times in my life I discovered love. / Each time it seemed to solve everything. / Each time it solved a great many things / but not everything."
from The Flowering of the Rod by H.D.
"I go where I belong, inexorably, / as the rain that has lain long // in the furrow"