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Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems; “I Think I Was Enchanted,”

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“melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night” virginia woolf

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Mahmoud Darwish, from Think of Others; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)

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"Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moon rise." Gladys Taber

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“the sky and i are in open conversation” sylvia plath

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“i have dreamed of you so often you are no longer real” dean young, robert desnos

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“it is only september. i dont know how many seasons i will be allowed to love you yet.” megan falley, a simple love poem

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“september tastes of ashes. and yet it insists. softly. but it insists” julia de burgos, song of the simple truth

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“you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line that i have ever read” charles dickens, great expectations

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"i look at you, and i just love you, and it terrifies me. it terrifies me what i would do for you." alexandra bracken, never fade

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Margaret atwood, from power politics: poems

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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

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Anne Sexton, from “Again and Again and Again.”

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“august evenings are especially stricken with melancholy - as if the ghosts of all past summers came rushing to haunt my heart" letters of summer past vi

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“unable are the loved to die for love is immortality” emily dickinson

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“she had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes” mikhail bulgakov, the master and margarita