Friday, March 23, 2018

I Would Like to Describe



 

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Poems are often these very strange moans. These very impossible efforts toward the innermost pangs. Somehow, the trying to go there gives me hope. To reach down and into. To make your whole language and your whole body move that way. Poetry, song, and hope are all forms of breathing and moving — toward a crow, maybe, or the uneven sidewalk, or someone else’s hands. 

–Chen Chen
interviewed by Allison Peters for the Michigan Quarterly


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I would give all metaphors
in return for one word
drawn out of my breast like a rib
for one word
contained within the boundaries
of my skin

—Zbigniew Herbert
Czesław Miłosz version 


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