[metamorphesque]

― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

[text ID: I am a collection of dismantled almosts.]

[abbiemhart]

one day there will be a flowerbed

and it will be mine

and i will be someone

unrecognizable.

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— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Franz Kafka, from “Letters to Milena.”

[joeinct]

Sailors, Pensacola, FL, Photo by Allen Frame, 1995

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “Between Aging and Old”

[heavensghost]

[metamorphesque]

— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]

[festeiro]

[antigonick]

“We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “Nine Lives”, in The Wind’s Twelve Quarters

[captainyonoi]

“It’s bullet holes we want to see in their skin, scars, and the chance to touch them.”

— Margaret Atwood, “Romantic”

[letterful]

— ANNA “SWIR” ŚWIRSZCZYŃSKA, trans. Czesław Miłosz.

[weltenwellen]

I can't live as I once did, telling people that I was doing fine and desperately wanting them to wade through the language and see that I was in pain.

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

[newloverofbeauty]

Duncan Grant  (1885-1978):    Wrestlers  (pastel chalk)

[yoursoethereal-deactivated20230]

— Jennifer S. Cheng, from So We Must Meet Apart

[yantyushevphoto]

Presque rien

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Mahmoud Darwish