Horoscopes, 5.14.21
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Aries: “On Pruning,” Allison Funk
Do not be afraid to pinch the first,
the only blossom. The berry cannot thrive
in freedom. Have no mercy,
gardener.
Taurus: “Gitanjali 83,” Rabindranath Tagore
Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace.
Gemini: “Deathwish,” VIVEK NARAYANAN
I want to hold in me the heat of my combustion
and leave this sweat-smear as a resurrection:
I want to be sweet and clear and free,
insouciant, insufferable, just like me.
Cancer: “The Late Wisconsin Spring,” John Koethe
But now the mental dance of solitude resumes,
And life seems smaller, placed against the background
Of this story with the empty, moral quality of an expansive
Gesture made up out of trees and clouds and air.
Leo: “The Fish’s Desire,” Shuzo Takiguchi
My whole body.
In the fossilized water that brightens day by day
my desire still swims.
I, bastard child of the giant chandelier called the blue sky.
No one calls me the sphinx of love.
In a jasper fable, my dream
glittered all the more blue.
Virgo: “Self-Portrait in a Horsehair Wig,”
As ever in perfect dress, minds spinning
With whirlwind of the world’s questions.
In a room of hard-pasted porcelain and water clocks,
You’ll press your slender fingers at the hinge,
Discover a hidden winter trapped in a snuffbox.
Libra: “Who Lights the Way,” Alejandra Pizarnik
“When you look at me
my eyes are keys,
the wall holds secrets,
and my fear carries words, poems.
Only you can turn my memory
into a fascinated traveler,
a relentless fire.”
Scorpio: “The Root of Mother is Moth,” Terese Svoboda
From the mirror, she draws what little light
there is inside her, and sighs.
But she is really very young
and will think so later.
Now nothing can claim her.
I am quiet, all chrysalis,
hidden in her closet.
Sagittarius: “[the romance of you],” Jack Meriwether
Your beauty is a life-force I don’t need
To overthink. When I imagine holding you again
Its like making coffee in the kitchen.
It feels like sunlight hitting me on the sidewalk.
Loving you every day would be as simple
And deserved as breakfast each morning.
Capricorn: “The White Room,” Charles Simic
“Gods disguising themselves
As black hairpins, a hand mirror,
A comb with a tooth missing?
No! That wasn’t it.
Just things as they are,
Unblinking, lying mute
In that bright light—
And the trees waiting for the night.”
Aquarius: “Saturday Night,” Alice Ostriker
At the intersection of poverty and plague
The planet’s children—brave, uncontrollable, juiced
Out of their gourds—invent the sacred dance.
Pisces: “Grandpa,” Diana Marie Delgado
no english
in his spine
just asleep
like jesus
he is a cloud
admit it
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