
– Anne Carson, Glass, Irony & God

Like an Agnes Martin, people think of me as calm and serene
while inside, I rail and rageSo I make my sharp angles more and more soft
as a kid’s new eraserI want to clothe myself constantly in Agnes Martin paintings
and always be that safe and sereneAnd carry little cards that say
‘Untitled’— Safia Jama, from “Self-Portrait as an Agnes Martin Painting,” published in BOMB

Alfred Tennyson
I had grasped God’s garment in the void
but my hand slipped
on the rich silk of it.
… for though I claw at empty air and feel
nothing, no embrace,
I have not plummeted.

Texts
excerpts from poems by Denise Levertov and the Latin Ordinary of the Mass

Denise Levertov
The poet’s gift is never for the poet’s self, but for another: ‘Hush, hush. All injury / is feeling.’

Richard Siken
— Therese Lloyd, from “Y2K,” published in Poetry Magazine