It was summer when I found you
In the meadow long ago,
And the golden vetch was growing
By the shore.
Did we falter when love took us
With a gust of great desire?
Does the barely bid the wind wait
In his course?
AG2025_DSF6194b or did we falter
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US says Haitians can be deported – days after ruling Haiti unsafe for Americans. (The Guardian)
I felt her presence, by its spell of might
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
Hymn to the Night, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Glimpses ineffable of things divine
The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
A vision exquisite. Yet who can match
The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
Such rifts amid life’s shadows, for they bring
Glimpses ineffable of things divine.
Limitations, Henrietta Cordelia Ray
Polls are now closed in New York City’s Democratic mayoral primary, a crowded race that has largely narrowed into a contest between Andrew Cuomo, the state’s former governor, and Zohran Mamdani, a state assemblyman and democratic socialist. ??
AG2025AG2025_1011608aas but they were there
There were no photos of them, but they were there in the pictures of trees behind their houses, the fields where they worked, the river they fished, the church where they testified, the joints where they drank. (TM)
AG2020_2000430-2 or what we do
The beauty of what we do is its secrecy, its smallness. (TM)
trying to fashion a better way
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time
being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled
and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures
who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
[…]
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way
from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding,
trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people,
all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born.
Margaret Walker, “For My People”
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The subjunctive is a lovely mood (Joshua Clover)