Come. Make me dream that I am healing.
Albert Geiger, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Selections; “The Dying Maiden,”
Etikett: poetry
“Self-hatred alone
kills. Not death.”— Gábor Görgey, from Smoke and Light: Poems; “Some Notes on the Wind,”
“I will angelize you
when I die.”— Velimir Khlebnikov, tr. by Gary Kern, from “Numbers,” written c. July 1912
My hunger for you…it is you, it is you at last, this is your hair, this is your mouth, this breath comes from your nostrils, the arms that I know are around me, this is your body’s warmth,
Thomas Mann, tr. by Willard R. Trask, from “The Black Swan,” wr. c. 1954
I deserve a kiss right now. With it on my lips I shall go to bed.
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. November 1912
“I wondered how people managed to go on living when there was nothing to be hoped from within.”
— Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”
I am wrapped in myself,
trapped in myself.
Larissa Shmailo, from In Paran: Poems; “Frog Prayer,” wr. c. 2009
– Your hair fills with darkness when I caress it.
– And yours with fire.
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by N. C. Germanakos, from “Kassandra and the Wolf,”
Some moment when the moon was blood / Then surely I was born;
G.K. Chesterton, from “The Donkey,” written c. September 1910
“On an October night when witchery can occur…”
— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “February Third,”
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