“This morning? So much in need of sun, pure air, exercise, food that whets the appetite, and the body of an ardent lover.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967
Etikett: poetry
I am what you will have me, weak or strong, light or dark, warm as ice, cold as flame.
I burn, I burn.
Dylan Thomas, from Early Prose Writings & Stories; “Spajma & Salnandy,”
“I, the color of blood,”
— Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from “Shepherd of Death,” wr. c. 1936
“A slippery misty evening in autumn –”
— Robert Musil, from a diary entry, featured in the Diaries (1899-1941): Notebook Three
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“Преданный”
— a Russian word that means both “devoted” and “betrayed”
She sat there like a glistening white flower with a dark heart,
Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993
““Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone’s heart.””
— Mandy Hale, Life, Love and a Dash of Sass
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She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Your moon-shaded eyes and your heaven-breathing hair,
Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “To Artemis, The Destroyer,”
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