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Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover.
This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.
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“I Am Not Yours” by Sarah Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
xx Atticus
When I first met you
I remembered you
from a hundred different dreams
and there you were
for me to love
all over again
for the very first time.
xx Atticus
“We Laid In Bed” by Christopher Poindexter
We laid in bed
and watched the clocks
around us dance
until time to us,
was only the rise
and fall of our
ruptured heartbeats.
We kissed and we kissed
until we knew no other taste
and we no longer understood
the pattern of a day as
we fell in love with the
colors and the world
between each other’s
eyelids.
Follow Christopher @christopherpoindexter
xx Atticus
We lost ourselves
eyes shut in a kiss
our lips the thread
that held us to the earth like a balloon
while we floated in the cosmic cotton of space
toes dipping in the pools of black
cooling our bodies—
until we awoke
in wet wool
in the rain of real
the mists of morning
soaking in a park
so cold but warm with you
and
only the rain
to remind us we
were there at all.
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xx Atticus
It’s not the fear of losing them
that scares us,
it’s that we have given them
so many of our pieces
that we fear losing
ourselves
when they are gone.
xx Atticus
“Remember” by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
xx Atticus
"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson)
Out here on this very day
We journey further into the illusion
Adrift in the great dream
Yearning for entry into the severed realm
Do you know that the death of earth soon come?
Do you know the progress of destruction?
Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?
Life closes in slowly around us
And we seek salvation in copulation
In drugs
And by sunset we ascend
Only to find that our minds
And our bodies
Weren't ours at all.
Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoet and @codysimpson
xx Atticus
"Her Heart Sank Into Her Shoes” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Her heart sank into her shoes
as she realized at last how
much she wanted him.
No matter what his past was,
no matter what he had done.
Which was not to say that she
would ever let him know,
but only that he moved her
chemically more than anyone
she had ever met, that all
other men seemed pale beside him.
xx Atticus
Today I opened a book
and found a flower
that you’d pressed—
it was orange
and red
and yellow
and small.
And in all ways
it was our love
gone now
but beautiful still
as the memory of something more.
xx Atticus
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
xx Atticus
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