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From Adaeze Elechi's chapbook, Harmattan, available from Bottlecap Press!

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—Jack Gilbert, from “Angelus”; Jack Gilbert: Collected Poems

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—Jack Gilbert, from “House On The California Mountain”, Jack Gilbert: Collected Poems

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“The sea is the element of love. The Greeks say so. Aphrodite emerged from the water.”

— Uncle Yanco, dir. Agnes Varda (1967)

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“The words you speak become the house you live in.”

— Hafiz

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Three days I sat

bewildered by love.

Three nights I watched

the gradations of dark.

Of light. Saw

three mornings begin

and was taken each time

unguarded

of the loud bells.

My heart split open

as a melon.

And will not heal.

Gives itself

Senselessly

to the old women

carrying milk.

The clumsy men sweeping.

To roofs.

God protect me.

—Jack Gilbert, from “Before Morning In Perugia”

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I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished.

—Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

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Death can never divide two hearts; only life is capable of that.

- Laura Chouette (Profound Reverie)

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“She demands a great deal from life; she reads, dreams of love —always of love.”

— Ivan Turgenev, A Correspondence (1855)

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Night opens me and it’s you.

—Alejandra Pizarnik, from “I Check For You In The Wind”; The Galloping Hour: French Poems, (tr. by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander).

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—Alejandra Pizarnik, “And What To Think Of Silence?”; The Galloping Hour: French Poems, (tr. by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander).

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From Sheva Anne Richter's chapbook, The Deities of Her, available from Bottlecap Press!

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—Vladimir Nabokov, Letters To Vera

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In a garden full of angels

You will never be alone

—Morcheeba, Judie Tzuke; Enjoy the Ride (feat. Judie Tzuke)

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Devin Kelly, from "Tools of Ignorance"

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You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target.

—Rainer Maria Rilke; What You Cannot Hold; Sonnets to Orpheus I, 4

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Anna Carson, “On Hedonism”, Plainwater: Essays And Poetry