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Lines to Love

Ongoing document of my favourite poetry finds:

“Love set you going like a fat gold watch.”
Sylvia Plath, Morning Song, Ariel

“she dropped/in long grass, like unwanted flowers. All colours hurt.”
Annie Katchinska, The acrobat’s daughter, Faber New Poets 6

“A room/ full of ghost bent over frames.”
Robin Vaughan, The Manger, Manager #13 Progeny

“somewhere in december/I awake to find us with the sun/
in our mouths/ coagulating like yolk.”
Leon Yuchin Lau, The Fire we Harbour, Unmaking Rooms

One should absorb the colour of life,
but one should never remember its details.
Details are always vulgar. Oscar Wilde


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