Poetry, of course

[cinaed]

My mom is so, so Republican, and I am so, so not. *laughs* Good times, good times.

Excerpt from "Breakfast Song" by Elizabeth Bishop

My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue.
I kiss your funny face,
your coffee-flavored mouth.
Last night I slept with you.

Excerpt from “Praise” by Ilya Kaminsky

Time, my twin, take me by hand
through the streets of your city;
my days, your pigeons, are fighting for crumbs.

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And a McKay poem. Well, the bits about not being able to be quiet. :)

"The Silence" by Wendell Berry

Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.

Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.

Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say

"It is golden," while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.

It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines

I cannot make or sing
sounds men's silence
like a root. Let me say

and not mourn: the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there