Pour la lune et retour.

"And all I loved, I loved alone." - Poe

[herdarkandquietspace]

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[die-rosastrasse]

~ Margaret Atwood, from "Variation on the World Sleep"

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natasha trethewey

[shisasan]

Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Ulysses” (1833)

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[tendermimi]

— Mahmoud Darwish, Poetic Regulations

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I haven't died of love yet, ]

[soracities]

In the beginning, there was your mouth, / a sky full of stars,

Donika Kelly, from "In the Beginning"

[llovelymoonn]

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kofi

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: And maybe not destroying the thing you love, / resisting that impulse, is the highest expression of love. ]

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“Will [she] be found only in my heart, my memories?”

— Sam Norman, a variation on “Hidden,” Amethyst Review (29 March 2019)

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“This is how I like to remember you— […] the sun ravaging you with light,”

— Darius Stewart, from “Elegy,” Intimacies in Borrowed Light (Eastover Press, 2022)

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible. ]

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[firstfullmoon]

Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]

[naryamirie]

@krzoska

[dark-romantics]

~ Emily Dickson

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

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[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from “Owl And Pussycat, Some Years Later”, The Door

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Anything can become a saint / if you pray to it enough ]