Meteors

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Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

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Please come and bathe me in serenity again.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. December 1926

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L. V., excerpts from the afterword

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Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin

[ecstasticdisasters]

“All is for you: the daily prayer, The sleepless heat at night, And of my verses, the white Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.”

— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems

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“ Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage, And hearts be burst asunder with the love.”

— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems

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“And as it’s going often at love’s breaking, The ghost of first days came again to us,”

— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems

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Mahmoud Darwish In the Presence of Absence

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Louise Glück, Winter Recipes From The Collective: Poems

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The Untrustworthy Speaker by Louise Glück, from Ararat

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December's language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.

Nelly Sachs, from "Enigmas of Night" in The Seeker

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Mary Shelley, from her novel titled "Frankenstein," originally published in 1818

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Margaret Atwood, from “November.” [ID in alt text]

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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She wished he’d been the first she had loved and the last she would love. The kind of wishes that repeat in love stories and in stories of death: “I wish today was the last day of this world and that you were my final love.”

Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, "Wishes" from You Can Be the Last Leaf: Selected Poems (translated by Fady Joudah)

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L. V., excerpts from the epilogue