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March 7, 1931 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
As time passes, the day will come when everything will fade to memories.
Those miraculous days, when you and I along with everyone else,
searched together for just that one thing,
will continue revolving forever
somewhere deep in my heart
as my bittersweet memory.
Honey and Clover 🍀
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"
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When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.
Don't make this bigger than it is, which is big enough to swallow whales and civilizations.
I joined the blue, I was blue.
And when I looked down, I shattered and reformed so many times, you know, I couldn't catch a clear look at myself. ]
Natalie Diaz, from a poem titled "September 2001," featured in The World Keeps Ending And The World Goes On
Mom, would you wash my back?
This once, and then we can forget.
And I'll leave what I'm chasing,
for the other girls to pursue
Class of 2013, Mitski
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home
Anjan Dutta, Mr. Brown
If you missed this train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Anjan Dutta, Mr. Brown
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )
The fossil is not the animal. The fossil is not the bones of the animal. The fossil is the stone’s memory of the bones of the animal. And that’s a poetry older than words.
(Poem from Field Guide to the Haunted Forest by Jarod K. Anderson)