Eartha Kitt photographed by Gordon Parks in New York, 1952.
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Eartha Kitt photographed by Gordon Parks in New York, 1952.
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“The rain will eventually come, or not. / Until then, we touch our bodies like wounds— / the war never ended and somehow begins again.”
— Natalie Diaz, from “Postcolonial Love Poem,” Postcolonial Love Poem
Krikor Jaobtian | 2020
The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail. (from nemfrog, gif by the-eternal-moonshine)
Don't you see? I'm not the spirit of any age. I'm at odds with everything and always have been! I have never belonged anywhere with anyone at any time!”
Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
“For the first time in my life I am afraid I have no real desires.”
— Cassandra Troyan, from Hatred of Women
“How I love your vast, sad ecstasy.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Tenacity,”
Anne Carson
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some sort of love poem
I want to know what it means to survive something.
does it just mean I get to keep my body?
— Olivia Gatwood, from Life of the Party
Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Nietzsche,”