The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–1920

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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–1920
Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The House of the Dead
“I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.”
— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body
I've been a forest fire i am a forest fire and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am the witness watching it.
“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”
—
Virginia Woolf
Selected Letters
— To a Young Poet, Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Fady Joudah)
[text ID: A poem in a difficult time / is beautiful flowers in a cemetery.]
And in the small, scattered words we shared, where a great silence filled the gaps; novels were said.
Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to Margaret Wooler (November/December 1846)
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955
Florence Welch, Rolling Stone UK (2022)
Emily Brontë - Wuthering Heights
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
“Why life is so blank, brief and bitter I do not know — Why younger and far better than I are snatched from it with projects unfulfilled I cannot comprehend.”
Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to W S Williams, talking abouth the death of her siblings Emily, Anne and Branwell
“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”
— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun
Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]