“I am not a princess and I am often ugly and I need very badly to be just me.”
—
Anne Sexton – from a letter to Alfred Sexton featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
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[She] has never seen the color of her eyes because mirrors terrify her.
Emily Paige Wilson, from “Hypochondria, Least Powerful of the Greek Gods (I),” published in Nightjar Review (via lifeinpoetry)
June, July, August.
Everything wrong, and nowhere to go.
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)
I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.
Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner
“In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend they aren’t. Searching.”
— Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan
“Yourself, is it, you burn?”
— Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “April (Part III),”
Softly and carefully
and deadly.
Gerhard Fritsch, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “Afternoon,” wr. c. 1948
“My love stays bitterly glowing,
spasms of it will not sleep.”— Anne Sexton – from Divorce (via loveage-moondream)
“Such a faraway look, as if she’s always lived in a garden.”
— My Fair Lady (1964)
I imagined simply the peace of hours when we were lost in one another as harmonious colors blend. I understood that on this earth there can blossom faerie kisses without regret or shame.
Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
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