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On a New Year’s Eve Infinity doesn’t interest me not altogether anymore I crawl and kneel and grub about I beg and listen for what can go away                            (as easily as love) or perish like the childre...

For December, June Jordan’s “On a New Year’s Eve“.

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Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness Every year we have been witness to it: how the world descends into a rich mash, in order that it may resume. And therefore who would cry out to the petals on the ground to stay, knowing as we must, how the vivacity of what was is married to the vitality of what will be? I don't say it's easy, but what else will do if the love one claims to have for the world be true? So let us go on, cheerfully enough, this and every crisping day, though the sun be swinging east, and the ponds be cold and black, and the sweets of the year be doomed.

November's profile excerpt is from Mary Oliver's "Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness"

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September's profile excerpt:
>And the moon steps lower,
>quietly changing
>her luminous masks, brushing
>everything as she passes
>with her slow hands
>and soft lips -

>clusters of dark grapes,
>apples swinging like lost planets
- Mary Oliver’s “Harvest Moon - The Mockingbird Sings in the Night”

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