Behind Those Eyes

My soul surrendered to the undertow

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Modica, Sicily

[lifeinpoetry]

& what do I know about heaven? The same thing I know about wings, I can’t have it—

— Yesenia Montilla, from "MUSE FOUND IN A COLONIZED BODY," Muse Found in a Colonized Body

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“I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things out of this marred and clumsy world…”

— W.B. Yeats, from The Celtic Twilight: (Wildside Press, 2005)

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“As our lives, nudged by the coming of spring, Shrink butterfly-small, butterfly-frail … Though we may last a second or two Longer than Brimstone, will anyone think Us a green-gold reflection of pale Sunlight, as we’re glimpsed, passing through?”

— Leo Aylen, from “The First Sight of a Brimstone Butterfly, Sign of English Spring, Amethyst Review (2022)

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[caesarsaladinn]

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

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Facts

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[litsnaps]

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[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, an excerpt from a diary entry

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[metamorphesque]

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

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“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not.”

-Donna Tartt