“The separation from you threw me back into the deepest melancholy,”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Franz Overbeck wr. c. August 1883
Etikett: my king of spades
“I’m ruined by
your voice’s deep
dark lullaby.”— Jo-Ann Leon, from Poems of a Useless Love (1989); “Defence,” (via loveage-moondream)
“(…) I want to live inside
your voice, your strange accent, your shadow.”— Zeina Hashem Beck, from Khandaq Mon Amour in “Louder Than Hearts: Poems”
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I almost wish I had never met you – so I wouldn’t feel so empty.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman c. January 1951
No matter what, I want you to succeed and be happy, even if it’s without me.
And what will you do today, I wonder, / to my heart?
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “The Softest of Mornings,”
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Oh, Oh, You Will be Sorry for That Word,”
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Arlo Guthrie – The City of New Orleans
Sappho translated by Anne Carson
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