By Marianna Paige.
Mark Strand, “Eating Poetry”
You can read the poem in its entirety here.
Mary Shelley’s handwritten poem “Absence”, on the death of her husband. The poem reads:Ah! he is gone — and I alone;
How dark and dreary seems the time!
‘Tis Thus, when the glad sun is flown,
Night rushes o’er the Indian clime.
Is there no star to cheer this night
No soothing twilight for the breast?
Yes, Memory sheds her fairy light,
Pleasing as sunset’s golden west.
And hope of dawn — Oh! brighter far
Than clouds that in the orient burn;
More welcome than the morning star
Is the dear thought — he will return!
Walt Whitman’s “O Captain, My Captain” with his appended corrections and comments. Feb 9, 1888.
text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin
© Natt Różańska
(edit: now available to buy on etsy)
Night Writing by Natt Różańska.