“…my dreams slice me to pieces.”
— Anne Sexton, from Lost Lies (via writemeanna)
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“Don’t look so frightened,
this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days.”— (One of My Turns) Pink Floyd
how many poems must you write to convince yourself / you have a family? everyone leaves & you end up the stranger.
Fatimah Asghar, from “Ghareeb,” If They Come for Us
June, July, August.
Everything wrong, and nowhere to go.
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)
“Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.”
— Hawthorne, American Note-Books, 1838 (via lucybiederman)
“Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.”
— Ken Kesey
I still cling to the wreck of my hopes, before they sink for ever.
Lord Byron, from a letter to Annabella Milbanke; February 8, 1816.
“‘Don’t settle. Don’t settle for something that feels like a prison, or is hard, or hurts you. If it doesn’t feel like love, it’s not love.’”
— Michelle Williams In Vanity Fair.
Saturday and nothing.
Kurt Klinger, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “Miracle in Milan,” wr. c.1967
“I discover the ache / but not the why or how of it.”
— Ysabel Y. Gonzalez, from “[My brown body is inherited],” published in Tinderbox
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