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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”
Arild Rosenkrantz (1870 - 1964)
“The Alter of the Soul”, 1870
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Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
Attributed to Elihu Vedder (1836–1923)
Psyche and Cupid, late 19th century
History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.
— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog
"what it looks like to us and the words we use", ada limón
Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)
Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.
— A Writer’s Diary, Virginia Woolf (August 31, 1928)
[text ID: This is the last day of August and like almost all of them of extraordinary beauty. Each day is fine enough and hot enough for sitting out; but also full of wandering clouds;]
August 28, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
Jeff Buckley “I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted To Be)”
Longing - Heinrich Vogeler
1900
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