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In Blackwater Woods, Mary Oliver

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House of Mirth, Edith Wharton

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The Illiad, Homer trans. W. H. D. Rouse

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The Illiad, Homer trans. W.H.D. Rouse

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The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro

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e.e cummings

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Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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The Orange Eats Creeps, Grace Krilanovich

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Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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Anaïs Nin

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“I know how it is sitting in an old house where horror is magnetically coded on the walls, recorded for all time, how when you walk by the room plays like a cassette tape. Finding a tape as evidence of the crime cannot be denied. Walking through the haunted house my brain operated like a VCR, acting like a remote viewing player as the ghost-show played for me. The organic and mechanical meet here in my body.”

The Orange Eats Creeps, Grace Krilanovich

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Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin

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Anaïs Nin, The New Woman

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My Brother, My Wound, Natalie Diaz

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from Post Colonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz

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Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin

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Eric Steinhart, On Nietzsche