Poems for Tragedy and Grief

July 21st, 2012

I’ve reached that point where all I can do is shake my head and wonder what the hell is wrong with people. I’ve reached that point where I question the virtue of grieving publicly from the sidelines. We don’t, actually, all share in this tragedy. Not by a country mile. I have nothing to offer or add that these poets haven’t said better anyway.

“Most days I long for perfection, for everyone to be safe.
Maybe the only perfect thing in life is longing.

Praise this beautiful, terrible world where we are opened
and crushed, where the kiss comes from a mouth that bites.”

– “The Diver,” Marie-Elizabeth Mali

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