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The first part of Averill Curdy’s long poem Ovid in America was great + this line:
“No midnight is so private as the sea’s”
Some nice phrases in Roddy Lumsden’s Yeast, particularly “primal juddering”, “gurns in the salty” and “queasy tea”.
A line from C.K. Williams : “alive the brush is with pain”
Arthur Rimbaud’s poem Royalty could either be romantic or dark, I prefer the romantic reading.
Lines from Karen An-Hwei Lee : “as Aquinas whispers, the things/ we love tell us who we are.”