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There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising,
Out of a dream in my lonely mind,
I shall find the crystal of peace,–above me
Stars I shall find.
-Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

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dancing gentle Sweetie
laboriously filling her world with flowers
and dream-drops from her pen,
as if we wise ones had not
already colored and candied the walls
of her cocoon
does not our ceiling for her
already dazzle with mobiles and stars and smiles,
does not our bedtime for her
already enchant with stories from the wise?
we give her our world,
leaving out its grays,
yet [...]

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Bind me — I still can sing –
Banish — my mandolin
Strikes true within –
Slay — and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise –
Still thine.
-Emily Dickinson

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Our land and water were velvet and silk.
We wore them and ruled them as sheriffs, lords,
and nobles. Then a foreign conqueror set
a dynasty above us: the Dynasty of the Loves.
The Loves assumed the throne not by merit, but by looks
and personality. The first of the House of Love was
Jezebel, whose ringing drove our [...]

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Almost every student with something in one hand has candy in the other. We live to eat, not the other way around. The vending machine is our church. We lift a holy noise of crackling wrappers and crunching chips, while classmates try to concentrate – all while twisting “Hunger Awareness” bracelets on our [...]

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I started this one as a junior in high school, in response to a complete lack of response from the man I called “Mo Chroí” (Irish for “my heart”, at least according to a translation in some Celtic artist’s liner notes). Talking into a black hole. Existing into a black hole. We’ve [...]

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A midterm essay from my senior year in high school, for a Latin class, about the poet Catullus. Even after a good edit, I can’t promise I agree with everything I wrote a hundred years ago.
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Paintings, poetry, clothing, and music from other centuries reflect a humanity that seems long since extinct. It’s especially [...]

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She remembers another moving picture: a dream: being three years old with her mother leading her by the hand into an outdoor space. They were not alone – countless mothers led their small girls by the hands into a rectangular area bordered by splintery old beams like you’d find around a splintery old playground.
But [...]

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Soon she will look, uncorrupted by sight, into the mirror. She will then unlock a joy that needs no smile to convey it, because she will finally see the reflection in the eyes of her own reflection. When I am recognized, the words will come to me without fear.
I will defy my voice. [...]

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Art is an attempt to fulfill the artist as well as the audience. An artist is not just a person with a skill, but a soul disturbed by something it must expose. Conversation, which satisfies the average person, cannot satisfy the artist, because this thing inside her is beyond casual words. She [...]

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