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Forugh Farrokhzad, from Let Us Believe In the Beginning of the Cold Season; "Another Birth,"
Miss your hands
Forugh Farrokhzad, from Let Us Believe In the Beginning of the Cold Season; "Another Birth,"
Miss your hands
Edna St. Vincent Millay, fragment from the poem The Bean-Stalk
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)
Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
Margaret Atwood, from an essay featured in "In Other Worlds," originally published in 2011
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren, featured in "A Transatlantic Love Affair,"
Nazim Hikmet, from a poem titled "Untitled," featured in Nightingales and Pleasure Gardens: Turkish Love Poems
Late Spring, Mary Oliver
No mueren quienes nos enseñaron a imaginar la eternidad.
//Ángeles Mastretta//
Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Ravine,”
Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in The Letters & Journals of Katherine Mansfield
Todas las noches deseo que te inventes una excusa estúpida y me escribas diciéndome que me extrañas.
Cómo amo los lugares olvidados. La calleja que ya nadie transita, el íntimo cobijo de las cuevas [...] acercarme al misterio de las casas donde no habitan más que los rosales deshojándose lentos en la tierra.
Susana Benet