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Good Poetry makes
The universe
Admit a secret:

"I am really just
A tambourine,
Grab hold,
Play me against
Your warm
thigh."
- Hafiz

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Jul 12

“The Abandoned Valley” By Jack Gilbert

Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?