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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"

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Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem

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𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋

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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

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(via Alessandro Michele: Der Ex-Gucci-Designer zeigt uns sein faszinierendes Zuhause in Rom | Vogue Germany)

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V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

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― Ovid, Metamorphoses

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"Thief of the Moon" 1924, by Norman Lindsay (1879-1969)

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“She, a nocturnal creature, deathless, inimitable, alone.”

— Salvatore Quasimodo, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Song Of Apollyon,”

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“Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, wrapped in the darkness of that strange little world of hers.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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Beachside bar in Senigallia, Adriatico, Italy

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Vaporetto, Venezia

Gianni Berengo Gardin, 1960

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“For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.”

— M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

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One thing I'm sure [he] will never understand is that I need language to live, like food--lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt this before.

M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains

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“[I once saw] a gentle little girl gathering flowers.”

— Sappho, tr. by Josephine Balmer, from “Poems and Fragments,” c. 1984