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“I make a knife of words.”

— Eleanor Ross Taylor, from New & Selected Poems; “Tryting To Get Through,”

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“His poems are clever and terrible and lovely.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”

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“A crackling fire, coffee, and good talk.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Philip E. McCurdy written c. February 1954

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“You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.”

— Billie Holiday

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“I passed the time in the bed of December with descending flames.”

— Pierre Reverdy, from The Collected Poems; “Clear Winter,” wr. c. 1929

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“Set my spirit free again to drift along the starry places.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Helen of Troy & Other Poems; “Anadyomene,”

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“I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It’s me. It’s me and my head. In winter, I collapse.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909

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