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Denise Levertov, from “Entr’acte”
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Louise Glück, “October”
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On an October night when witchery can occur…
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “February Third,”
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A crispy October morning.
Edinburgh, United Kingdom. 13/10-17
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Nights of October, of frail, sickle moons, when the earth conceals the shining accomplice of assassins in its shadow, to make everything all the more mysterious —
Angela Carter, from Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories; “Black Venus”
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The Old English name for October is Winterfylleð, supposedly because it contains the first full moon of winter. This image is of the phases of the moon, depicted in an 11th-century English manuscript
via clerk of oxford
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It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.
Louise Glück, from Averno; “October”
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At night I pick apart almost(s), a mouth is fed.
October carved out of my trembling hip.
I want to dismantle myself.
Start over. Find true ground
peeling yellow in the field.
Ana Carrizo, “In the Month of October”
I amat work, though I am silent.
Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno: Poems
It is true there is not enough beauty in the world.It is also true that I am incompetent to restore it.Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.
Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno: Poems
So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate:the ideal burns in you like a fever.Or not like a fever, like a second heart.
Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno: Poems
Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer;bounty, balm after violence.Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fieldshave been harvested and turned.
Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno: Poems
terror and cold,didn't they just end, wasn't the back gardenharrowed and planted--
Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno: Poems
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This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring.
The light of autumn: you will not be spared.
Louise Glück, from “October,” in Averno
The muddiness of the self
Can be forgiven, almost forgotten,
In the clarity of late October.
C. G. Hanzlicek, from “Mystery,” The Cave: Selected and New Poems (2001)
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October sticks to my skin. I carry her around like lint. She asks for a poem, I give her the words I have left; ‘brief’, ‘amber’, ‘empty’
Donte Collins, ‘pumpkins & their smiling wounds’
Source: wnq-writers.com