“We Have Not Long to Love”, Tennessee Williams

Rhythmic.

“Heavy”, Hieu Minh Nguyen

I think this poem is really pretty. Try it. Especially how it closes in the second half.

“Reading Rilke at Lake Mendota, Wisconsin”, Aria Aber

This poem does the considering-words thingy that I like, though meh. But overall good. How then can I trust my mind’s long corridor, its longing for before? And I do not want to open, neither for food nor men., then At night the entirety of me arches not toward the black square of absence, but toward you.

“To Kiss a Forehead”, Marina Tsvetaeva

This is nice, and there are another few lines of hers I came across, It is only at when one is at the end (of tenderness or of any other force) that one recognizes its inexhaustibleness. The more we give, the more we have left; as soon as we give prodigiously – it flows forth! Let us bleed ourselves–and here we are, a source of life!
This little excerpt feels rather spot-on for some of what I have hit and then implemented these past few years.

“How Some of It Happened”, Marie Howe

Ow. lean into it, we shall bear it, ouch.