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Anne Carson, The Glass Essay

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that craving for darkness, / the lust to feel what it does to you

Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from ‘Eating Snake’

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“And no one else remembers Except the moon and I.”

— Rolan Leighton, excerpt of Clair de Lune   (via lesgardenias)

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My spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

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Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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“My world was warm with April sun my thoughts were spangled green and gold; my soul filled up with joy, yet felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy can hold.”

— fr. “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt”, Sylvia Plath

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“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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Fernando Pessoa from The Book of Disquiet (1982)

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Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"

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Sometimes at night lightning would spark From the caress of two mouths.

Velimir Klebnikov, from Rus' You Are But A Kiss In The Frost

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(…) perhaps somewhere we will live together, wander through a gentle meadow; here we can't even consider dreaming of one another.

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems "Almost into the Album"

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

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If I could do girlhood again, I’d ask

to be scarier. Less whimpering—more pyromaniac

urges, more flirting with kerosene.

— Sally Wen Mao, from “Drop-kick Aria,” Mad Honey Symposium

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— Greg Santora

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temporary vows, caroline bird