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"
Yevtushenko, On A Rainy Day by Benilda S. Santos
"He is saying between quotation marks / that look like droplets of rain / suspended near the edge / of my windowpane, / he is saying, // “And I run like mad / Never catching up with myself.”"
Rain by Carol Ann Duffy
"Then the rain came, like stammered kisses at first / on the back of my neck. I unfurled my fist / for the rain to caress with its lips."