WHEN I LIVED I WAS ALREADY DEAD //

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I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

Charlotte Green, You Say You Don’t Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That’s Not True 

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And of these regions of space how many were stored in me already?

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of Sonnets to Orpheus (II, 1)

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[lifeinpoetry]

This is melancholia. Wanting to eat yourself whole.

Diamond Sharp, from “Mal de Ojo,” published in Joint

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The words moved out into the darkness hovered like butterflies somehow freestanding I heard the abyss breathing

Göran Sonnevi, from Mozart’s Third Brain, transl. by Rika Lesser (Yale University Press, 2009)

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