“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”
— Sylvia Plath.
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“I exaggerate everything I fear.”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Linda Gray Sexton wr. c. July 1967
On a hot summer day in Cannes, where the sea flatters your eye and sand flatters your pure heart, we swayed to the rhythm of French 1960’s music while our souls embraced each other and birds sang winsome sonnets. And as the beams of sunlight that revives brown leafs in the spring, you warmed my heart and delighted my soul.
to get rid of myself / layer
by layer by layer by(e)—
Caitlin Baird, from “Sofabed,” published in Vagabond City
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Everything is leaving me, my life, my life.
Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964
“The sky turns pink and there is no one to cry with, to reminisce with.”
— Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer, from “Northern Elegies,”
“It was August. She was laughing, she felt carefree, her arms were bare and soft, and she had white stockings under her short dress.”
— D.H. Lawrence, from Classic Works of D.H. Lawrence; “The Captain’s Doll,”
“Why must the razor feel like passion on your thigh?”
— Radhika Sarpotdar, from “Attack of the Pa(nic/ssion),” published in Inside the Bell Jar
She remembers vague memories of her long lost lover while she bathes herself in honey water and eats freshly picked plump red cherries. Her skin shines in the beams of sunlight like how the water of the Nile river in Luxor glistens on a hot summer day in July, her eyes luminesces like gold flakes in mines and she had lips of Damask rose.
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