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“i prefer to think of poetry, as redistribution of melancholy.”
— from a graffiti on a wall in rome - i might be wrong, but the author did read tsh. that or henry winter is still alive.
“No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand,”
— James Joyce, from a letter to Nora Barnacle written c. August 1904
The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
Still Life with Books, Jan Davidsz. de Heem, 1625 - 1630 (detail)
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”
— Joan Bauer
“I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.”
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Audre Lorde, from “A Litany for Survival”, The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde