“You are gone.
I hibernated under the covers last night, not sleeping until dawn…You are gone.”— Anne Sexton, from “Eighteen Days Without You” (December 1st) in The Complete Poems
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How my soul
is born and dies
at the same time.
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth; “This Destiny Mine,”
Sweet, punish me.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from The Collected Poems; “A Drama of Exile,”
You see, my grief is like bottomless well,
snarled ivy climbing my bones, making
an abandoned house out of my body.—
Ailey O’Toole, from “Here Are The Secrets I’ve Kept,” published in Rose Quartz
“I have wrung my hands and cried over no love all winter long.”
—
Anne Sexton – from a letter to James Dickey featured in Anne Sexton: A Biography
I could say nothing although I wanted desperately to take you in my arms.
Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Raymond Queneau wr. c. August 1952
“We cannot wait / for angels. We’ll be our own gods now.”
— Nancy Reddy, from “Ex Machina,” Double Jinx: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
“Hold me. I am a small handful.”
— Anne Sexton – from The Death Baby
Sometimes I dream that you are mine, all mine,
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “My Beloved,”
God, God, what do I do / after all this survival?
Traci Brimhall, from “Vive, Vive,” published in The Missouri Review
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