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  Subscribe The Guardian - Back to home News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Dear Life by Maya C Popa After the convulsions of emotion that love has landed her with, the poet wishes for more restrained feeling Carol Rumens Mon 21 Feb 2022 05.00 EST Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Dear Life I can’t undo all I have done to myself, what I have let an appetite for love do to me. I have wanted all the world, its beauties and its injuries; some days, I think that is punishment enough. Often, I received more than I’d asked, which is how this works – you fish in open water ready to be wounded on what you reel in. Throwing it back was a nightmare. Throwing it back and seeing my own face as it disappeared into the dark water. Catching my tongue suddenly on metal, spitting the hook into my open palm. Dear life: I feel that hook today most keenly. Would you loosen the line – you’ll listen if I ask you, if  you ar