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i thank You
somewhere i have never travelled
in Just-

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Misterioso

Louise Gluck:
Formaggio

Jane Kenyon:
Happiness
Otherwise
Learning in the First Grade

Bukowski:
One for old snaggletooth
i met a genius
the worst and the best

Nikki Giovanni:
Photography

Mary Oliver:
Mindful

Leonard Cohen:
Interview

George Eliot:
Middlemarch

Margaret Atwood:
Sleep

Borges:
Ajedrez
La escritura del dios

Rebecca Seiferle:
Seraphim

ntozake shange:
no assistance

Pablo Neruda:
Book of Questions XIV

Billy Collins:
Litany

Nora Ephron:
Remarks to Wellesley College Class of 1996

Arundhati Roy:
Buy One, Get One Free

George Packer:
The Way We Live Now

Carl Mayer:
The pile theory


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Jane Kenyon - Otherwise

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.