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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, from Collected Poems; âEpitaph,â
Blumarine | Spring/Summer 2021
âPeople pray to each other. The way I say âyouâ to someone else, respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says âyouâ to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely âŚâ
â Huub Oosterhuis, epigraph to âSanctuaryâ by Jean Valentine, Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003 (Wesleyan University Press, 2004) Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â (via memoryslandscape)
self-portrait against red wallpaper, richard siken
âWhatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.â
â Victor Hugo, Ninety-ThreeÂ
âAnd then we kissed like people starved. Clumsy, unfamiliar, young.â
â Marya Hornbacher, The Center of Winter
Leonard Cohen, from Selected Poems
âWhen Iâd 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.â
â Angela Carter, from âFlesh and the Mirror,â Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories
âShe 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.â
â Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
âThe word ârememberâ touches my hand, but I shake it offâ
â Charles Wright, from Words and the Diminution of All Things.
âGirl woman with a war in her.â
â Lidia Yuknavitch, from âThe Chronology of Water: A Memoir,â wr. c. 2011
Anne Carson, Nox
Metamorphoses â Mary Zimmerman