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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Please come and bathe me in serenity again.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. December 1926
L. V., excerpts from the afterword
Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin
“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
“ Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage, And hearts be burst asunder with the love.”
— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems
“And as it’s going often at love’s breaking, The ghost of first days came again to us,”
— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems
Mahmoud Darwish In the Presence of Absence
Louise Glück, Winter Recipes From The Collective: Poems
The Untrustworthy Speaker by Louise Glück, from Ararat
December's language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.
Nelly Sachs, from "Enigmas of Night" in The Seeker
Mary Shelley, from her novel titled "Frankenstein," originally published in 1818
Margaret Atwood, from “November.” [ID in alt text]
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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)
L. V., excerpts from the epilogue
Sylvia Plath, in a diary entry dated 20 June 1959, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath