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'Listen' has the exact same letters as 'Silent'. Coincidence?

The Mystery by Sara Teasdale




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Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.

We have long been lovers,
We know the range
Of each other's moods
And how they change;

But when we look
At each other so
Then we feel
How little we know;

The spirit eludes us,
Timid and free
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?

"The Mystery"
~ Sara Teasdale ~

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Def Poetry – Suheir Hammad – What I Will

Suheir Hammad's poem "What I Will" about Resistance to the Israeli war machine and occupation of Palestine.


Def Poetry - Suheir Hammad - What I Will

What I will

I will not
dance to your war
drum. I will
not lend my soul nor
my bones to your war
drum. I will
not dance to your
beating. I know that beat.
It is lifeless. I know
intimately that skin
you are hitting. It
was alive once
hunted stolen
stretched. I will
not dance to your drummed
up war. I will not pop
spin beak for you. I
will not hate for you or
even hate you. I will
not kill for you. Especially
I will not die
for you. I will not mourn
the dead with murder nor
suicide. I will not side
with you nor dance to bombs
because everyone else is
dancing. Everyone can be
wrong. Life is a right not
collateral or casual. I
will not forget where
I come from. I
will craft my own drum. Gather my beloved
near and our chanting
will be dancing. Our
humming will be drumming. I
will not be played. I
will not lend my name
nor my rhythm to your
beat. I will dance
and resist and dance and
persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than
death. Your war drum ain't
louder than this breath.

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Emilie Autumn – Close

I had you so close
And you didn't even know
I cherished every turn of your voice
And thrilled when you laughed
And died at each offered word
Which meant you didn't long to leave
And I tried not to seem
Too happy
You seem at home
In my darkness
And I love you
Because I know it isn't easy
And you are so kind
Because you make me feel
Worthy of pinching

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