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Let the World Have You
Mikko Harvey’s new collection invites readers into a world that is and is not the world we know. In poems at once surreal, satiric, and tender, we encounter a cast of surprising non-human characters—the bear who sells herbal remedies, the politically influential lizard, the mean butterfly—yet at the core of this book is Harvey’s impulse to confront the challenges of human intimacy. Let the World Have You is a vibrant report on the ways in which we are delightfully, awkwardly, heartbreakingly entangled: with each other, with the environment we inhabit, and with the psychological environments that inhabit us.
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First published April 5, 2022
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March 28, 2023
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
(from “Funny Business�)
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
(from “Microsleep�)
It is my intention to listen, but my hands
keep giggling while reminding me
I don’t get to be a human being
for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke
whose first half I missed. I arrived too late.
I typically arrive about three years too late.
I wish I had been able to sit in that white,
aromatic kitchen and look you in the face,
but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
(from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield�)
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
(from “Funny Business�)
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
(from “Microsleep�)
It is my intention to listen, but my hands
keep giggling while reminding me
I don’t get to be a human being
for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke
whose first half I missed. I arrived too late.
I typically arrive about three years too late.
I wish I had been able to sit in that white,
aromatic kitchen and look you in the face,
but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
(from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield�)
March 31, 2025
what an incredible collection of poems. while mary oliver nudges you gently to make the most of your one life, it’s as if nikko harvey shakes you awake by the shoulders. Highlighted a passage of nearly every poem, if not the whole thing. Funny Business stunned me so profoundly I had to put it down:
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
I was so, so busy considering the symbolism
of the fish’s boiled eyeball
as it sat there on the platter.
I was feeling uncomfortable
in the presence of the wide
smile of the holographic customer
service associate.
I Googled
what delphiniums are.
I took my shirt off
and rolled around in the yard,
pretending to be a little worm
while actual worms were rolling
around in the yard and I
actually crushed one
to death.
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
I was so, so busy considering the symbolism
of the fish’s boiled eyeball
as it sat there on the platter.
I was feeling uncomfortable
in the presence of the wide
smile of the holographic customer
service associate.
I Googled
what delphiniums are.
I took my shirt off
and rolled around in the yard,
pretending to be a little worm
while actual worms were rolling
around in the yard and I
actually crushed one
to death.
July 3, 2023
someone add his other book to z lib puh leasee🤲
May 15, 2022
LET THE WORLD HAVE YOU by Mikko Harvey is a spectacular poetry book! I loved these poems! I absolutely loved the touches of humour. Several of these goofball poems made me LOL! I found this such an enjoyable read and read most of it in one day. How fitting to find the opening poem is titled Spring and I read this book during spring. Love how Spring is about talking to a sparrow. Animals feature throughout this book. There’s a bear selling tonics, a mean butterfly, an inner owl and mentions of a walrus, penguin, fish, wolf, guinea pigs, mouse, hummingbird, raccoon and squirrels. I loved the surreal and amusing aspect of these poems. Some of the poems that made me laugh are How Fresh? and Travelling Pharmacy. My fave poems are The Mouth of the Doctor, The Best Bread in the World and Personality. I’m so glad I got to read this book!
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Love the cover art by James Siena!
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Thank you to House of Anansi for my gifted review copy!
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Love the cover art by James Siena!
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Thank you to House of Anansi for my gifted review copy!
October 7, 2024
Judging by snippets from this I'd read online beforehand I expected a collection of simple but heartwarming poems but I got so much more! What really sets Harvey's poetry apart is his knack for whimsical storytelling that shines through in a majority of the poems throughout this collection. Though his imagery is full of quirky, often surrealist elements, Harvey uses it to talk about deeply relatable everyday struggles like feeling awkward and out of place, or the in equal parts scary and rewarding experience of seeking connection. He does this in such a sincere and vulnerable way that it's surprisingly easy to get on board with the wonderful and strange worlds he builds within his poems. This collection conveys heartfelt, sometimes even gut-wrenching messages without ever losing its playful und lighthearted tone which left me feeling warm and uplifted! It's the literary equivalent to a comfort show which is how I already know I'm going to re-read it many times. I narrowed my faves down to "Travelling Pharmacy", "For M", "Mean Butterfly", "Autumn", An Ordinary Weakness", and "Immunity".
May 24, 2023
Hauntingly beautiful. 4.5 / 5
Wind Related Ripple in the Wheatfield:
Wherever you are is a country. Touch it softly to make it stand still. Your hair getting caught in my mouth all the time, like a tiny piece of you calling � like a tree trying to speak to a rock by dropping a pinecone on it.
I arrived too late. I typically arrive about three years too late.
I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face, but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
Is it possible to change who we basically are?
Microsleep:
God visited � she turned me into a little flower and gave me this job: spy on the pollen as it falls off me. Does it seem happy to be leaving?
Funny Business:
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
Field Trip:
Lately I’ve been hoarding wildness in hopes of funding a rocket to grace.
Flying into a Mirror:
Are there some places where love simply doesn’t grow as fast as it decays? And by places I mean people. And when you fall asleep is when I need you most desperately, because without your eyes on it this whole town disappears.
Sugar Water:
(what I thought was love was just a shade of purple paint) (a scene from seven years ago all covered in moss now)
Spark:
On the patio last night, a telephone told stories about democracy, but I was watching your hands move. Picking up patterns.
Immunity:
The fact that you skipped the party,
lied to your friends, and drank cup after cup
of tea alone in your bed
is okay. It’s okay
that you never responded to Gregory’s email.
Gregory is taking a shower right now.
You are nowhere near the mind of Gregory.
The evidence against you
is not damning. Even the little white
pills can be forgiven � they knew not
what they were doing.
But you, you know.
You get to watch your hands choose.
The ladybug thanks you for not crushing it;
the way this world gives thanks
is to fly away, into a tree
with thick foliage, out of sight,
where it dies and is born and dies and is born
on a continual loop �
what was the name of that song?
What was the name of that month
when you stopped loving yourself?
Temporarily?
Let the World Have You:
because the young
people everywhere
wanted to be older,
the dinner party
wanted to be a raindrop, the sex
wanted to be a hug, the interior
to be the surface, the doorway wanted
to be a goose
Wind Related Ripple in the Wheatfield:
Wherever you are is a country. Touch it softly to make it stand still. Your hair getting caught in my mouth all the time, like a tiny piece of you calling � like a tree trying to speak to a rock by dropping a pinecone on it.
I arrived too late. I typically arrive about three years too late.
I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face, but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
Is it possible to change who we basically are?
Microsleep:
God visited � she turned me into a little flower and gave me this job: spy on the pollen as it falls off me. Does it seem happy to be leaving?
Funny Business:
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
Field Trip:
Lately I’ve been hoarding wildness in hopes of funding a rocket to grace.
Flying into a Mirror:
Are there some places where love simply doesn’t grow as fast as it decays? And by places I mean people. And when you fall asleep is when I need you most desperately, because without your eyes on it this whole town disappears.
Sugar Water:
(what I thought was love was just a shade of purple paint) (a scene from seven years ago all covered in moss now)
Spark:
On the patio last night, a telephone told stories about democracy, but I was watching your hands move. Picking up patterns.
Immunity:
The fact that you skipped the party,
lied to your friends, and drank cup after cup
of tea alone in your bed
is okay. It’s okay
that you never responded to Gregory’s email.
Gregory is taking a shower right now.
You are nowhere near the mind of Gregory.
The evidence against you
is not damning. Even the little white
pills can be forgiven � they knew not
what they were doing.
But you, you know.
You get to watch your hands choose.
The ladybug thanks you for not crushing it;
the way this world gives thanks
is to fly away, into a tree
with thick foliage, out of sight,
where it dies and is born and dies and is born
on a continual loop �
what was the name of that song?
What was the name of that month
when you stopped loving yourself?
Temporarily?
Let the World Have You:
because the young
people everywhere
wanted to be older,
the dinner party
wanted to be a raindrop, the sex
wanted to be a hug, the interior
to be the surface, the doorway wanted
to be a goose
August 8, 2022
Mikko Harvey's sophomore collection is a touching and tender surrealist romp. From the macro (like his poem about another planet complete with a whale on fire) to the micro (like his poem about a blue worm on a wall or another that begins with a ladybug on a nose), this is a meaningful and inventive book. If Harvey's first book was (masterfully) experimenting with the possibilities of narrative poetry, then his second book is further honing in and building out this signature and original style.
August 1, 2024
Easy favorite for me. Poetry plus surreal storytelling plus silly
“B
flies bite because
they love being
alive. Why?
Because thigh.�
“B
flies bite because
they love being
alive. Why?
Because thigh.�
January 23, 2025
3/5
Much of this review is a personal anecdote related to this book. Skip to the last paragraph if you don't want to read all this.
2 years ago, I was talking to someone about my-then- favourite poetry book, 'Twenty Love Poems and a Song of despair', and while explaining why I liked some of the poems (without really referencing which haha), that person said they can't imagine reading a poetry book because they don't really understand what's being said.
I think at the time, my view of poetry was poorly limited to 'if I read it and I can relate to it, then I understand it!'.
To a certain extent, this mindset did work until I read this book. MUCH TO MY DISMAY, they were right: I almost understood nothing :)
Tbf, what led me to this book was the quote, "The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably...(yada yada search it up)". I came across it years ago, and it never occurred to me that it was from a real book until it reappeared, and I found it still struck me. So it was safe to say I had to change the way I read poetry when I discovered much of the poems here were a mix of humour, politics, and of course, the human loneliness. And not necessarily a follow-up of the same 2 liner I've read all over the internet.
Laughing at a poem was something I never thought I'd do, but a ridiculous poem has to be funny. A few others stood out to me due to their rawness; the author's choices in line breaks definitely added to that effect. But the rest of the poems...went right over my head and struck me as just really weird pieces of text.
All in all, I still have a couple fav lines from this book so, not so bad.
Much of this review is a personal anecdote related to this book. Skip to the last paragraph if you don't want to read all this.
2 years ago, I was talking to someone about my-then- favourite poetry book, 'Twenty Love Poems and a Song of despair', and while explaining why I liked some of the poems (without really referencing which haha), that person said they can't imagine reading a poetry book because they don't really understand what's being said.
I think at the time, my view of poetry was poorly limited to 'if I read it and I can relate to it, then I understand it!'.
To a certain extent, this mindset did work until I read this book. MUCH TO MY DISMAY, they were right: I almost understood nothing :)
Tbf, what led me to this book was the quote, "The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably...(yada yada search it up)". I came across it years ago, and it never occurred to me that it was from a real book until it reappeared, and I found it still struck me. So it was safe to say I had to change the way I read poetry when I discovered much of the poems here were a mix of humour, politics, and of course, the human loneliness. And not necessarily a follow-up of the same 2 liner I've read all over the internet.
Laughing at a poem was something I never thought I'd do, but a ridiculous poem has to be funny. A few others stood out to me due to their rawness; the author's choices in line breaks definitely added to that effect. But the rest of the poems...went right over my head and struck me as just really weird pieces of text.
All in all, I still have a couple fav lines from this book so, not so bad.
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December 22, 2022Mikko Harvey’s Let the World Have You is a catalog of (im)possibility that makes the dead world new again, its poems like alarm clocks tuned to the funk and pluck of our most awake days. Offering a language for our shared bewilderment in this life, this is a vulnerable work, equally brutal and gentle as it keeps turning toward the most remarkable things. I felt humbled by this book and its insistence that the world continues to unfold before us with endless surprises, including that of its own generous care.
Review published originally with Orion Magazine:
Review published originally with Orion Magazine:
March 14, 2024
''the sea told me who i was, but i forgot.''
"I’m greedy � I want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away. What the fuck. The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it."
ugh. this was so beautiful i want to throw my soul up.
"I’m greedy � I want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away. What the fuck. The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it."
ugh. this was so beautiful i want to throw my soul up.
July 22, 2024
Very very good in places! In others just felt far too rigid for me.
Lines that touched me:
Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid would no doubt drown the insect I imagined myself to be, that was kind of you. —Wind Related Ripple in the Wheat Field
being at ease together never having known each other's fur. ԱٳԲ
We like to describe the heart as heavy when it’s more like an old wolf gone hungry, wondering why bother restarting the hunt? Then a rabbit emerges from a hole in the dirt and everything forgives itself for just continuing to exist. —Wet Fur
the distance between them shrinking, the distance between them curious and nervous to find out what will happen when it no longer exists. Is there an afterlife for distances? ‱DzԳǴǻ
You and the mouse are both scared in ways that are separate but connected by the attention they pay to each other. This attention forms a bridge —Secret Channel
my life was nothing more than a perch from which to be kind, like the foliage that successfully hides a turkey from a hunter. 貹
The symptom wanted to be the whole disease [...] When all the bear trap wanted was to be the leg around which it closed. —Let the World Have You
Also enjoyed Frontierswoman and Immunity
Lines that touched me:
Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid would no doubt drown the insect I imagined myself to be, that was kind of you. —Wind Related Ripple in the Wheat Field
being at ease together never having known each other's fur. ԱٳԲ
We like to describe the heart as heavy when it’s more like an old wolf gone hungry, wondering why bother restarting the hunt? Then a rabbit emerges from a hole in the dirt and everything forgives itself for just continuing to exist. —Wet Fur
the distance between them shrinking, the distance between them curious and nervous to find out what will happen when it no longer exists. Is there an afterlife for distances? ‱DzԳǴǻ
You and the mouse are both scared in ways that are separate but connected by the attention they pay to each other. This attention forms a bridge —Secret Channel
my life was nothing more than a perch from which to be kind, like the foliage that successfully hides a turkey from a hunter. 貹
The symptom wanted to be the whole disease [...] When all the bear trap wanted was to be the leg around which it closed. —Let the World Have You
Also enjoyed Frontierswoman and Immunity
November 23, 2024
From "FOR M"�
The numberFrom "SMALL GREY STONE"�
of hours
we have
together is
actually not
so large.
Please linger
near the
door uncomfortably
instead of
just leaving.
Please forget
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
it.
...Worried Man understands he shouldn’t be snacking on heart-shaped chocolates as if they were almonds. He is not a child anymore, which is worrisome. It is a simple fact that his mother’s heartwill cease to beat one day, and there will be subjects they never talked about.From "PERSONHOOD"�
This can’t beFrom "WIND-RELATED RIPPLE IN THE WHEATFIELD"�
my life, can it? Oh,
it can!
Sogginess
of canned peaches, I regret
96% of my backward glances,
but to regret is to glance backward,
and thus we proceed toward 97.
I love the shape of our apartment
as I walk through it in near-total darkness.
I love walking slowly through that darkness
with my arms out, trying not to bump
into furniture. How many apartments
have I done this in now? I loved
them all. Or possibly I just loved
how they held darkness, slivers of streetlight
sneaking into the fortress, amplified and lent
personality by the darkness surrounding them.
September 28, 2024
Gnomic nuggets, both gentle and searing, best illustrated directly:
𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
It is my intention to listen, but my hands
keep giggling while reminding me
I don’t get to be a human being
for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke
whose first half I missed. I arrived too late.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞
there is
the person you show
the world
and the one
known only
to you
𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
The signs fantasized
about the activities
they forbid.
Funny Business
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
Microsleep
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
It is my intention to listen, but my hands
keep giggling while reminding me
I don’t get to be a human being
for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke
whose first half I missed. I arrived too late.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞
there is
the person you show
the world
and the one
known only
to you
𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
The signs fantasized
about the activities
they forbid.
Funny Business
I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
Microsleep
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
November 27, 2023
(2.5) the ones I liked, I really liked.
Some lines from some poems;
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫
how real
your sadness feels
to me depends
on the quality
of the overhead lighting.
On who won the game.
On what we had
for breakfast
on this planet,
which I could not look
directly at while I was
on it.
𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞
there is
the person you show
the world
and the one
known only
to you
𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
The signs fantasized
about the activities
they forbid.
𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝
Wherever you are is a country.
𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐩
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
Some lines from some poems;
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫
how real
your sadness feels
to me depends
on the quality
of the overhead lighting.
On who won the game.
On what we had
for breakfast
on this planet,
which I could not look
directly at while I was
on it.
𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞
there is
the person you show
the world
and the one
known only
to you
𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
The signs fantasized
about the activities
they forbid.
𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝
Wherever you are is a country.
𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐩
I’ve noticed
the more you
interrupt
yourself
the more
destinies
you invite
in.
April 14, 2024
"Thank you
for serving me cups of lemon tea
with honey in it. Even though
such copious amounts of liquid
would no doubt drown the insect
I imagined myself to be, that was kind
of you.�
"Oh hello to your brown eyes
(...)
I am here
to be your fall
guy. Your battle
cry. Your basket
of wild blueberries.�
� And
when you fall
asleep is when
I need you
most desperately, because
without your eyes on it this
whole town disappears.�
“On the last day, I think we will all take
a very long bike ride, and that
will be that.�
“I wish
I told
you the truth more.�
Just a selection of sentences I liked, I read it at 3am when the world is quiet enough for me to understand a book like this.
for serving me cups of lemon tea
with honey in it. Even though
such copious amounts of liquid
would no doubt drown the insect
I imagined myself to be, that was kind
of you.�
"Oh hello to your brown eyes
(...)
I am here
to be your fall
guy. Your battle
cry. Your basket
of wild blueberries.�
� And
when you fall
asleep is when
I need you
most desperately, because
without your eyes on it this
whole town disappears.�
“On the last day, I think we will all take
a very long bike ride, and that
will be that.�
“I wish
I told
you the truth more.�
Just a selection of sentences I liked, I read it at 3am when the world is quiet enough for me to understand a book like this.
June 3, 2022
Flipped through this book randomly from a display table of poetry collections back in April, National Poetry Month. I landed on the poem "How Fresh?" and instantly loved it. Wordplay and satire are my favorite things and rarely do I encounter them in poetry. I don't read a lot of poetry, just a few books/collections a year. Harvey's poems are funny, insightful, and each one's turn catches me by surprise. I love left field and Let The World Have You lives there. A good entry level collection for someone who wants to explore poetry but leave the genre's stuffy nature behind.
May 26, 2023
I loved this one almost as much as I loved "Unstable Neighborhood Rabbit." I'm a sucker for prose poetry, and Mikko Harvey is an expert of blending storytelling and prose into his poetry. Each one has such a different subject but they all blend together seamlessly into this collection. Favorites include "The Poem Grace Interrupted," "Personhood," and "Immunity."
February 13, 2023
I loved this book! Absolutely perfect.
“Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid would no doubt drown the insect I imagined myself to be, that was kind of you.�
- Wind-related Ripple in the Wheatfield
“Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid would no doubt drown the insect I imagined myself to be, that was kind of you.�
- Wind-related Ripple in the Wheatfield
October 7, 2023
�. . . I’m greedy � I want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away. . . The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for .� ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
March 19, 2024
I bought this book specifically because it contained “For M,� one of my favorite poems, but I walked away with many more poems at the top of my list. Harvey’s poetry is strange and delightful, full of unexpected comparisons and sly astuteness beneath the humor. I will treasure this volume.
May 2, 2024
but I was watching
your hands move.
Slowly starting to see
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
(�)
Simplicity:
a doorknob.
The freckle
on your forearm.
Spark
your hands move.
Slowly starting to see
that my life was nothing
more than a perch from which
to be kind, like the foliage
that successfully hides
a turkey from a hunter.
(�)
Simplicity:
a doorknob.
The freckle
on your forearm.
Spark
September 8, 2024
The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortable instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.
My favourite lines from this book
My favourite lines from this book
October 12, 2024
“The number
of hours
we have
together is
actually not
so large.
Please linger
near the
door uncomfortably
instead of
just leaving.
Please forget
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
.�
-
I cried at some of these. Sugar Water and Department of the Interior are both 10/10
of hours
we have
together is
actually not
so large.
Please linger
near the
door uncomfortably
instead of
just leaving.
Please forget
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
.�
-
I cried at some of these. Sugar Water and Department of the Interior are both 10/10
November 27, 2024
"The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it."
I'm going to carry this in my heart for the rest of my life <3
I'm going to carry this in my heart for the rest of my life <3
August 8, 2022
haha. you didn't have to go this hard, mikko. damn
October 13, 2022
obsessed
January 11, 2023
Just a delightful, beautiful and sometimes quirky and unusual collection of poems.
February 15, 2023
It felt as though the emotional intensity and the sense of connectedness that I felt toward each poem ramped up as I read through the book.
February 26, 2023
I cry every time I read this.
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