Friday, November 10, 2023

Anne Carson

Fragment 47 

Eros shook my
mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees


Fragment 52

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms


Fragment 56

not one girl I think  
who looks on the light of the sun  
will ever  
have wisdom  
like this

Fragment 147


someone will remember us  
I say  
even in another time

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