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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from Collected Poems; “Epitaph,”

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Blumarine | Spring/Summer 2021

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“People pray to each other. The way I say ‘you’ to someone else, respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says ‘you’ to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely …”

— Huub Oosterhuis, epigraph to “Sanctuary” by Jean Valentine, Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003 (Wesleyan University Press, 2004)                                             (via memoryslandscape)

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self-portrait against red wallpaper, richard siken

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“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.”

— Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three 

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“And then we kissed like people starved. Clumsy, unfamiliar, young.”

— Marya Hornbacher, The Center of Winter

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Leonard Cohen, from Selected Poems

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“When I’d first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior. I wanted to see him far more naked than he was with his clothes off.”

— Angela Carter, from “Flesh and the Mirror,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

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“She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wished for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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“The word ‘remember’ touches my hand, but I shake it off”

— Charles Wright, from Words and the Diminution of All Things.

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“Girl woman with a war in her.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011

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Anne Carson, Nox

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Metamorphoses — Mary Zimmerman