white and excessive.

It’s the same as yesterday,

same as tomorrow.

But different, never

was it so grand, so pale.

I tremble as light

trembles on water.

I tremble as in eyes

tears tremble.

I tremble as in flesh

the soul knows to tremble.

Oh! The moon has moved

her two silver lips.

Oh! The moon has told me

the three ancient words:

“Death, love, and mystery ...”

Oh, my flesh is finished!

From spent body

my soul lifts.

Soul? night cat?

over the moon she jumps.

Travels boundless skies

mournful, nestled close.

Travels boundless skies

on the white moon.
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I like this poem a lot because I am the one that loved to watch the Fullmoon in the middle of the night and then this poem reflected to me that I always portray how beautiful the moon is and how mysterious is it

today he’d go too:

   I’m off to the river to bathe,

   by the sea.

If he only knew where,

he’d go with me there:

   I’m off to the river to bathe,

   by the sea.

My cape’s on my shoulders;

if only they’d told him:

   I’m off to the river to bathe,

   by the sea.

Translated from the Galician-Portuguese, below
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“cantiga de amigo”*

Se hoj’o meu amigo

soubess’, iria migo:

     eu al rio me vou banhar,

     e al mar.

Se hoj’el este dia

soubesse, migo iria:

     eu al rio me vou banhar,

     e al mar.

Quem lhi dissess’atanto:

ca já filhei o manto;

     eu al rio me vou banhar,

     e al mar.

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I like(maybe) this poem because it showed me the truth that someone exactly sang this song while going to the bath and it make me laugh so hard when I tried to imagine the real situation.

     I walked along the road with two

friends—

     and the Sun set

     the Sky suddenly blood

—and I felt as a gust of melancholy

I stopped—leaned against the fence

tired to death

Over the blue-black fjord and city

laid clouds of dripping smoking

blood

My friends walked on and I stood

lone in the anxiety with an open wound

in my breast.

     {I}and I felt tearing a great

shriek ^tore through nature
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I really interested in this poem and I also loved it since it's the art that contains the inner, emotions, and fears, of Munch himself that are hard to interpret and understand his true feeling with this note also make me more curious about what really make munch scream like a ghost and I need to use more than 99% of my brain cells to interpret it

lies in the eye 

of the beholder 

has forgotten the music 

silk makes settling 

across a bared 

neck: skin never touched 

so gently except 

by a child 

or a lover.
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I like this poem because it focuses on the nature and form of the common costume and make it more dramatically and romantic

to think of displacement in a different way.

To part the bright green new growth

of a plant she has asked me to gather.

We never imagined so many years apart.

I have no way to make amends.

Set adrift, I wanted to stay near the shore

of something familiar but instead I trace

the shape of tuqaayuk, sea lovage, wild

celery, with something other than my tongue.

I wish for my family to be its own refuge,

for the sorrow to become something islandic.

Someplace we can travel back to together

if we have to, if we make it through these days.
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I like this poem because of the POV of the poet that He used "I" to represent his feeling about the saddest, missing, pity, and hope that someday everything will return to the good ol' day

Crater of the moon

The rings around Saturn

A light floating in

Radio waves of the first explosion

As I stepped back, an image

Quick constellation of a figure

I knew

Traced itself for a moment

Among the night sky fires

I remembered the search

For a lost girl, years before

In the forests of upstate New York:

How we looked down thin paths

Ended by walls of mist

Lacing itself in layers between

The trees

How we were thanked and sent

Away: only the locals would keep looking

Now I had found her

But could never bring her back:

The angle of sight lost

Light-years between her fingertips:

I had found her

But can never bring her back
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I loved this poem a lot because it makes light of the universe (Milkyway maybe) as a girl and shows us the sadness that lights in the city blinded us so we can't see the first light.

with new suns, nebulas, constellations,

vibrating waves, the breath of galaxies.

Now it’s contracting to satellite

images depicting Earth:

not even the whole planet, just one country,

not even each region, just one city,

a single street, gray pavement. On it are strewn

“dark objects of similar size

to human bodies,” writes the New York Times.

Not buried for weeks,

their grave the satellite’s synthetic eye

and the black holes of our pupils,

surrounded by life.
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I loved this poem because it's make me goosebumped and realize how cool is the space is.