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[virginiewoolf]

“It’s just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that’s what’s right for me.”

— Franz Kafka, in a letter to Milena Jesenská, from Letters to Milena

[weusedtobegiants]

I don’t know where to hide my rage.

Henry Miller, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[deadbrunettes-deactivated202212]

“Maybe to be divine is to be rotten.”

— 09/06/20, anastasiasyah (via roadmotel)

[soporificsedatives-deactivated2]

Laurie Halse Anderson

[stlowens]

Louise Glück, from “Aboriginal Landscape.”

[poetryandrot-deactivated2022051]

— ANGELA CARTER, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Lady of the House of Love”

[theoptia]

Adonis, from The Desert of Beirut Under Siege; translated by Abdullah al-Udhari

Text ID: I do not belong, / I try to understand you. / Now I am a shadow

[theoptia]

Osip Mandelstam, from Voronezh Notebooks; “Rome”

Text ID: I’ll become / Something completely new,

[theoptia]

Konstantin Batyushkov, from “Bacchante”

Text ID: Everything entices me to fury / Pours fire and poison into my heart

[theoptia]

Pier Paolo Pasolini, from The Selected Poetry of Pier Paolo Pasolini; “The Apennines”

Text ID: Under her closed eyelids lies / this siege of millions of souls

[theoptia]

Rick Anderson, from “The Ghosts Are Laughing”

Text ID: I topple into affectless isolation / and the refuge of memory.

[theoptia]

Pier Paolo Pasolini, from The Selected Poetry of Pier Paolo Pasolini; “The Diaries”

Text ID: I’ve never given up on myself—and why in my anguish over all I’ve done wrong / I’ve never felt any real remorse. / Forever equal to what is left unsaid, / at the origin of what I am.

[theoptia]

Ingeborg Bachmann, from Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems; “Darkness Spoken”

Text ID: I can only speak of darkness.

[theoptia]

Ingeborg Bachmann, from Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems; “Journey Out”

Text ID: The dark water, thousand-eyed, / opens its white-foamed lashes, / studying you, deep and long,

[theoptia]

Anne Carson, from Glass, Irony and God; “The Glass Essay”

Text ID: Girls are cruelest to themselves.

[theoptia]

Ingeborg Bachmann, from Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems; “Message”

Text ID: And brilliance doesn't trouble itself with decay.

[dissidentaspid]

“Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake came, as through bubbling honey,”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Lamia,” (via violentwavesofemotion)