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The World Is All That Is the Case by Ludwig Wittgenstein The World Is All That Is the Case Chapter One: The world is all that is the case. The world is the totality of facts, not of things. The world is determined by the facts, and by their being all the facts. For the totality of facts determines what is the case, and also whatever is not the case. The facts in logical space are the world. The world divides into facts. Each item can be the case or not the case while everything else remains the same. Poet: Ludwig Wittgenstein Source: @Roundhouse Poetry Circle Books: @AbeBooks The world is the totality of facts, not of things ...

Daddy by Sylvia Plath Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my ja...

Insomnia by Linda Pastan Insomnia I remember when my body was a friend. when sleep like a good dog came when summoned. The door to the future had not started to shut, and lying on my back between cold sheets did not feel like a rehearsal. Now what light is left comes up—a stain in the east, and sleep, reluctant as a busy doctor, gives me a little of its time. Poet: Linda Pastan Source: @Inward Bound Poetry Books: @AbeBooks Sleep like a good dog came when summoned Please take a moment to read the guidelines . Use this form...

The Country of Marriage by Wendell Berry The Country of Marriage I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs of birds opening around you as you walk. You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep. II. This comes after silence. Was it something I said that bound me to you, some mere promise or, worse, the fear of loneliness and death? A man lost in the woods in the dark, I stood still and said nothing. And then there rose in me, like the earth’s empowering brew rising in root and branch, the words of a dream of you I did not know I had dreamed. I was a wanderer who feels the solace of his native land under his feet again and moving in his blood. I went on, blin...

The Insusceptibles by Adrienne Rich The Insusceptibles Then the long sunlight lying on the sea Fell, folded gold on gold; and slowly we Took up our decks of cards, our parasols, The picnic hamper and the sandblown shawls And climbed the dunes in silence. There were two Who lagged behind as lovers sometimes do, And took a different road. For us the night Was final, and by artificial light We came indoors to sleep. No envy there Of those who might be watching anywhere The lustres of the summer dark, to trace Some vagrant splinter blazing out of space. No thought of them, save in a lower room To leave a light for them when they should come. Poet: Adrienne Rich Source: @Financial Times Books: @AbeBoo...