[wedarkacademia]

― William Wordsworth, The Prelude

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

He looked at me. And this look made me feel that no one in my life had ever looked at me directly before.

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[lifeinpoetry]

“i am crowded by your absence.”

— Mallory Pearson, from “The Heaviest Rain We Ever Had,” published in Kingdoms in the Wild

[stlowens]

Adonis, tr. Khaled Mattawa from, “Celebrating Al-Ma’ari.” [ID in alt text]

[soracities]

“Forgive me these shadows I cling to,”

— William Stafford, from “Some Shadows,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)

[artfully-wayward]

Stig Dagerman, from "Birgitta Suite", Poetry (January 1964); translated by Thomas and Vera Vance

[feral-ballad]

Gertrud Kolmar, tr. by Henry A. Smith, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems of Gertrud Kolmar; "You"

[Text ID: “You. I want to melt you from the stars! / You. I want to lick you from the earth, / And bite you out of fruit, / You. I want so much— / Dear. Dearest. Can’t you give yourself to me?”]

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s

[funeral]

Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“The joy of meeting and the sorrow of separation … we should welcome these gifts … with our whole soul, and experience to the full, and with the same gratitude, all the sweetness or bitterness as the case may be. Meeting and separation are two forms of friendship that contain the same good, in the one case through pleasure and in the other through sorrow … Soon there will be distance between us. Let us love this distance which is wholly woven of friendship, for those who do not love each other are not separated.”

— Simone Weil in a letter to her friend Gustave Thibone, quoted in Thibone’s Simone Weil As We Knew Her (Routledge, 2003)

[chillpotato]

- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[megairea]

Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913

[a-ltrove]

“Intensity of feeling, which is at once your charm and your cross”

— Gustave Flaubert, from “Madame Bovary,” published c. October 1856

[feral-ballad]

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “We were missing a present”

[kafk-a]

Billy Collins 

[beljar]

The most radical and the only secure form of possession is destruction, for only what we have destroyed is safely and forever ours.

Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism, 1951