Killing The Love

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Seeing how April is National Poetry Month, I wanted to share a few of my favorite poems these few weeks.  I like Anne Sexton so much because her poetry is so raw. She put it all out there and there is something to be said for that. Her poems are passionate and intense.

A snippet from a favorite of hers called “Killing the Love”. 

I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.
I am pushing knives through the hands
that created two into one.
Our hands do not bleed at this,
they lie still in their dishonor….

Read the poem in its entirety here: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-the-love/

What do you think of this one? Do you have a favorite Anne Sexton poem, or a favorite by another poet?

Thanks for stopping by, enjoy your day.

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Sunday Post: Christmas in New York, goodbye 2016, etc.

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The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share news. A post to recap the past week, showcase books and things we have received and share news about what is coming up for the week on our blog…

Oh my gosh, I cannot believe that December is flying by so quickly and that Christmas is right around the corner. This is always a busy time of year and I haven’t gotten in as much reading time as I would have liked to, but that’s ok. Once the hustle and bustle of the holidays are over hopefully I can get more time to read.

Lately, I feel like after a busy day I can’t sit and focus on reading. I tend to gravitate towards crocheting instead, I think it’s because my hands are moving. Does that make sense? With crochet, depending on the project, I usually don’t have to focus too much and I can just do it while watching tv.

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Mailbox Monday: It’s all about Christmas

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“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”-Kahlil Gibran

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Mailbox Monday is the gathering place for readers to share the books that came in their mailbox during the last week. Warning: Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

Happy Monday everyone. I hope you are all doing well. We drove out to Upstate NY last week for some picture-taking, hence the photo above. It was a beautiful day and a great way to de-stress a bit after a crazy week. It was the perfect Fall day.

On a bookish note, I know that Thanksgiving hasn’t even arrived, yet I couldn’t help be in the Christmas spirit already. I just have one book to share this week:

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Mailbox Monday: Autumn and Crochet

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Mailbox Monday is the gathering place for readers to share the books that came in their mailbox during the last week. Warning: Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

Happy Monday. I just love this time of year, when the weather is getting cooler and the leaves are turning vibrant colors. It also makes for perfect cozy reading weather. Although, I have to mention I did shed tears last night over The Walking Dead. Not okay :*(  If you watched, what did you think about it?

Soooo onto my mailbox….

It felt a little like Christmas morning a few weeks ago when I received these, all courtesy of St. Martin’s Press:

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A favorite poem by Browning, and I think my favorite lines here are
“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.”

There is something just sweet and to the point about this poem. I feel it showcases how loving someone is as necessary to life as breathing is.  “I love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need”.  

What do you think?

Follow this link  to read more of her work. Sonnets from the Portuguese has been on my wishlist for a while now, I really should grab a copy for my shelves.

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