I share poetry lines that move me and why they move me in this poetry series called “These Lines.” I am still reading The Carrying by Ada Limon, so lines from her poems made it to this series again.
I hate the world, the pain of it that circles in us,
that makes us want to be the moon,
the treasure, and not the thing on the sea
from “The Dead Boy” by Ada Limon
- I have found myself hating the world and its pain. I love how Ada includes everyone in this “want[ing] to be the moon” with her use of “us.” I have also wondered what it would be like to be something nonhuman: a flower, a river, a bird.
I’m going to start a poetry series in which I share poetry lines that move me and why they move me.
Sometimes I really believe I can turn anything into a you.
by #MelissaLozada-Oliva from “I’m So Lonely I Grow a New Hymen”
- I love symbols and symbolism. When I see specific things, sometimes I see specific people from my life that are known for using those things, for saying those things. Sometimes it takes creativity to see things that are not physically present through things like songs, clothes, or scents. Also, I just noticed Melissa used “a you” instead of “you,” and to me that accentuates this replication of a someone who is not there.
i know no love without teeth
& have the scars to remember.
trace those scars & you have a map
to my heart. open carefully. i will not die.
by #JoseOlivarez from “I Wake in a Field of Wolves with the Moon”
- I like how these lines go from teeth to scars and from scars to heart. (There’s probably a writerly word for what Jose does in this poem, so) let me call it a leading by holding your hand, a guiding through every step of the way. Jose holds the reader’s hand, tells you where the teeth have been, where the scars have formed, where the scars lead to. And when you arrive at the heart, he (or the speaker of the poem) has the audacity to tell you: i will NOT die. That’s my type of dramatic imagery, even though he’s talking figuratively (I hope he’s talking figuratively).
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