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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.
Khalil Gibran
Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”
Linda Pastan, from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems; "The Mirror"
[Text ID: “Ask nature what love is. / Silence is answer enough.”]
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Hour of the Star.”
— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”
December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
‘Gbenga Adeoba, Exodus; “A Short Essay on Drowning”
[Text ID: into that November dark.]
Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]
~ Courtney Peppernell
e.e. cummings, from ‘to stand(alone) in some’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]
Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]
Franz Kafka, from “Diaries, 1910-1923”
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”
[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
- Beau Taplin
— Rainer Maria Rilke, transl. by J.B Leishman, from Poems 1906 to 1926 (New Directions Books, 1957)