somethingdarker | Potential Titles: Carolyn Forche

Tongues of fire tied together - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

Black winds tunneled to her sleep - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

Clean as pine root boiled in fire - Carolyn Forche "Alfansa"

The secret music of the street - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Of rented rooms and white air - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Abandoned by water - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Had been your vigilance - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Along the corridors of the past - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

An old woman's knowledge of graves - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Festivals in memory of you - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Write letters to the disappeared - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Happy to practice speaking - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

With all its windows blank - Carolyn Forche "The Angel of History"

Veins of wind light up - Carolyn Forche "Barley Field"

Without protection from the world - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Restored to me - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Keep returning to the present - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

From the quarry of souls - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Live without having survived - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

A spackled fresco of sky - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Breaking that the world could be otherwise - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

A fatigue no sleep could relieve - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

Into a mirror with no face - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

The uncertain hand of a lost spirit - Carolyn Forche "Blue Hour"

This blindness for names - Carolyn Forche "Book Codes: III"

Big as a fist and full of daggers - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Crows cackling between us - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Where the ditches have burned - Carolyn Forche "Burning the Tomato Worm"

Call down moose from the mountain - Carolyn Forche "Calling Down the Moose"

A man cloaked in doves - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Shattered but did not disappear - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

The ink of their ability - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Offered its last apparition - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Black storms of dream - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Cup of sleep - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Even sleep is taken - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Like a wreath on water - Carolyn Forche "Curfew"

Knots where his growth scarred him - Carolyn Forche "Dulcimer Maker"

For music carved on Sumerian stones - Carolyn Forche "Dulcimer Maker"

Ghosts in my mouth - Carolyn Forche "Early Night"

Beneath a tattoo of stars - Carolyn Forche "Elegy"

Where wind becomes an aria - Carolyn Forche "Elegy"

Snow and its synonyms - Carolyn Forche "In the Exclusion Zone"

Like dust in a salt box - Carolyn Forche "From Memory"

The wooden flute of the hermit - Carolyn Forche "Las Truchas"

Counting the dark tongues of bells - Carolyn Forche "The Memory of Elena"

In the body of a twisted bush - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Chips of winter river thawed - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Her shawl catching scraps of her voice - Carolyn Forche "Mientras Dure Vida, Sobre el Tiempo"

Wrapping a scoop of snow in tissue paper - Carolyn Forche "Night Shift in the Home for Convalescents"

Between the curtain and hope - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Retrieve a few invisible souvenirs - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Words spoken by the coals - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Completely fashioned of hope - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Itinerary of exile - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

A reliquary in a wall of silence - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Of snow falling into itself - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

With the attention the wind gives - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

With a field's sense of shovels - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

A little burnt sorrow - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

Our hope put into questions - Carolyn Forche "The Notebook of Uprising"

I pray with both hands - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Without passing through thought - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Carried by countless mouths - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

What fragmentary light - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

This shattering of indifference - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

The world as it emerges - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

What the past is to us - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Into which we escape - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

A coin of moonlight - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Language from a ghost - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Box of world and light - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

From the wind's open wounds - Carolyn Forche "On Earth"

Turned their berries to stone - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Brought wren song up from the branches - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Wind swallowing the ground - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

As if only hunting birds moved - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Of the substance of motionless wind - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Small winds lift coyotes - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Rolled her naked through the sun - Carolyn Forche "The Place That Is Feared I Inhabit"

Close my eyes with coins - Carolyn Forche "Plain Song"

Memory insists - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Until memory held her - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Burning the slightest lapse of sea - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Became our difficult breath - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

A cloud of one desire - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Giving onto emptiness - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Lost every alternate route - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Doubt with certain wisdom - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Through the blood trees within us - Carolyn Forche "The Recording Angel"

Invisible in my arms - Carolyn Forche "Refuge"

The cries of those who vanish - Carolyn Forche "San Onofre, California"

The black and white collapse of hours - Carolyn Forche "Selective Service"

The various ways to leave - Carolyn Forche "Selective Service"

Swallows carve lake wind - Carolyn Forche "Skin Canoes"

Entering the stomach of stones - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Walk where drums are buried - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Living thin wooden years around the aspen - Carolyn Forche "Song Coming Toward Us"

Dig windows in the hills - Carolyn Forche "Taproot"

The hollow crackle of hatching snakes - Carolyn Forche "Taproot"

Dust of grains poured from their summer - Carolyn Forche "Tortugas"

Asleep with fog in our mouths - Carolyn Forche "What It Cost"

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