Wanderer

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Charles Baudelaire, from "The Balcony" in The Flowers of Evil / Les Fleurs du Mal

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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 21 March 1925, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1923–1927

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The Enchanted Fairy Garden (also known as Fairies in an Enchanted Forest), (Details), (c. 1908), by Georgie Hobson, oil on canvas, 51 x 61cm (20 1/16 x 24in), Private Collection

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Sara Teasdale, from "In the Carpenter's Shop"

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Anne Sexton, Complete Poems "The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgments"

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what rattled inside the flower your chest held so tightly / what shook it so terribly

Anis Mojgani, "Eurydice" from In the Pockets of Small Gods

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“Look at yourselves from a distance, I cried, look at yourselves from a distance of stars.”

— Wislawa Szymborska, from Poems: New & Collected; “Cassandra,”

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andrei tarkovsky polaroids

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“But listen, I am warning you I’m living for the very last time.”

— Anna Akhmatova ~ Poems

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Can't remember What I used to fight for

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The Untrustworthy Speaker by Louise Glück, from Ararat

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― Rosary, Anna Akhmatova

[text ID: Will you forgive me these November days?]

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

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Alex Dimitrov, from "Love" in Love and Other Poems

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I can live alone, if self-respect and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure, born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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I live / in stories, captive to / seasons,

Jennifer Chang, "The Death of Socrates" from An Authentic Life