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“The pain sinks to my fingers.”

— Asklepiades, tr. by Alan Marshfield, from The Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”

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Marianne Moore, from The Selected Poems of Marianne Moore: “In The Public Garden,”

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from old archive. 

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Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Death Baby,” written c. 1970

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Dark roses | kodakmoments_bynina

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“Memory and time, both immaterial, are rivers with no banks and constantly merging.” — Etel Adnan, Night “Not to know. Not to remember. With this one hope: That beyond the River Lethe, there is memory, healed.” —Czeslaw Milosz, Memory And Memory

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Tomie (1987)

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by Stefanie Nieuwenhuyse

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Villa Erba | villaerbaofficial