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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from Collected Poems; “Epitaph,”
Blumarine | Spring/Summer 2021
“People pray to each other. The way I say ‘you’ to someone else, respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says ‘you’ to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely …”
— Huub Oosterhuis, epigraph to “Sanctuary” by Jean Valentine, Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003 (Wesleyan University Press, 2004) (via memoryslandscape)
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“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three
“And then we kissed like people starved. Clumsy, unfamiliar, young.”
— Marya Hornbacher, The Center of Winter
Leonard Cohen, from Selected Poems
“When I’d first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior. I wanted to see him far more naked than he was with his clothes off.”
— Angela Carter, from “Flesh and the Mirror,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories
“She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wished for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
“The word ‘remember’ touches my hand, but I shake it off”
— Charles Wright, from Words and the Diminution of All Things.
“Girl woman with a war in her.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011
Anne Carson, Nox
Metamorphoses — Mary Zimmerman