Here are some of my favourite poems that I like to revisit once in a while.
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken
If the window is on your right, you are in your own bed. If the window is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing
river water.
Build me a city and call it Jerusalem. Build me another and call it Jerusalem.
(Also check out Siken’s War of the Foxes and Crush, of course.)
in love as in tourism, Xiao Yue Shan
cartography seems the strangest science today
as morning alters the fittings of the hour to form
shapes wholly new.
i downloaded an app & learned their names: beautyberry, yarrow, cornus florida, black-eyed susan, & you, & you, my bright hibiscus, my every color
There are people to live for and people to die for I comfort myself: there are people to sleep with and people to wake with