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The poem expresses love that is steadfast and enduring, like a scarf or blanket that provides comfort and warmth. The speaker wants their words to hold their loved one close, as their love has not gone anywhere. In 3 sentences or less.

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PP (Poetry For Pie) v2.0

The poem expresses love that is steadfast and enduring, like a scarf or blanket that provides comfort and warmth. The speaker wants their words to hold their loved one close, as their love has not gone anywhere. In 3 sentences or less.

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Arjun Chopra
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My words to you

My words to you are the stitches in a scarf I don't want to finish maybe it will come to be a
blanket to hold you here

love not gone anywhere

By Jean Valentine

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The Major Subjects

Death is easier

than love. And true feeling, as someone said, leaves no memory. Or else memory replaces the
past, which we know never promised to be true.

Consider the sea cucumber: when attacked it divides, sacrificing half

so that half won't get eaten. Can the part left undevoured figure out what to do?

The natural world is always instructive, mysterious as well, but often hard to praise. Love is also
difficult-the way it slides

into so many other subjects,

like murder, deceit, and the moon. As my mother used to say

about anything

we couldn't find: If it had been a snake it would have bitten you.

Fellow poets, we must

learn again to copy from nature, see for ourselves how steadfastly even its beauty refuses to
care or console.

By Lawrence Raab

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If I Had Three Lives By Sarah Russell


After "Melbourne" by the Whitlams

If I had three lives, I'd marry you in two. The other? Perhaps that life over there at Starbucks,
sitting alone, writing - a memoir, maybe a novel or this poem. No kids, probably, a small
apartment with a view of the river, and books - lots of books, and time to read. Friends to laugh
with, and a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it's alive. I'd
be thinner in that life, vegan, practice yoga. I'd go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in
swingy skirts and big jewelry. I'd vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt

weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I did him. I'd walk
the beach

at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks water makes in sand. And I'd wonder
sometimes if I'd ever find you.

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SONG

I think of your hands all those years ago Learning to maneuver a pencil, or struggling To fasten
a coat. The hands you'd sit on in class, The nails you chewed absently. The clumsy authority
With which they'd sail to the air when they knew You knew the answer. I think of them lying
empty At night, of the fingers wrangling something From your nose, or buried in the cave of your
ear. All the things they did cautiously, pointedly, Obedient to the suddenest whim. Their shames.
after year. How they failed. What they won't forget year after Or now, Resting on the wheel or
the edge of your knee. I am trying to decide what they feel when they wake up And discover my
body is near. Before touch. Pushing off the ledge of the easy quiet dancing between us.

By Tracy K. Smith

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Aubade

I woke up with so much love for you It doesn't matter where I am

I am making eggs

The sun is warming my just-shaved head like your hand when sometimes

it rests there

By Yanyi
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