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[resqectable]

“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, from "The Wound", Selected Poems

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I am trying to wander more. I am trying to breathe more, to love my lostness,”

— Noor Hindi, from “On Language and Mourning,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 48, no. 4, July/August 2019)

[lifeinpoetry]

“I do not regret my body / but I regret the hands of most / who have touched it.”

— — Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “Transgender heroic: all this ridiculous flesh,” Water I Won’t Touch

[exhaled-spirals]

L'été est étincelant et bref. Il s'arrache au printemps en cinq jours, il s'épanouit en vingt, il se convulse en dix et c'est l'automne.

 Jean Giono, Ennemonde et autres caractères (via exhaled-spirals)

[artist-monet]

Waterloo Bridge, Fog, 1903, Claude Monet

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women.”

[stlowens]

“Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[stlowens]

Pablo Neruda, tr. by W S. Merwin, from “Tonight I Can Write.”

[artist-monet]

The Entrance to Giverny under the Snow, 1885, Claude Monet

[feral-ballad]

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “Take my horse and slaughter it”

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings