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Beloved of hearts, like You I’ve no one,

so pity now this sinner coming to You.

O my hope and my peace and my joy”’

the heart can love none other, but You. – Rabia Basri

 

 

 

 

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Love on night like this

Outside, air is balancing itself. We can hear

branches in  motion, some twigs breaking,

wires like violin strings, trees breathy as bass flutes.

The acoustics of friction. The science of equilibrium

isn’t at all easy. Effort is needed

to walk against the wind. Love isn’t easy. Josephine Abbott 

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Somewhere else, seas heap up and crests break

Here, we’re ditching meteorology for myth:

the wind’s a creature broken out of cave:

a wold, and this is Ragnarok.

Glass breaks, a car alarm sounds, trees wrench.

There’s a science and logic to loving you,

but there’s superstition on a night like this

and all the stirring of the world to settle first. – Josephine Abbott

 

 

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Why

Because learning a poem by heart makes you measure every

word and feel its sounds and rhythms first hand in your body.

Because when you recite a poem to other people you get

a first hand sense of its power and impact.

Because when you learn a poem by heart it becomes a resource

you can always draw on, something knitted into your fabric as

you go through life. Poetry by Heart