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C.G. Jung, from The Red Book: Liber Novus
Hélène Cixous, from The Book of Promethea
Text ID: I exist, I am, don't come near, I have teeth, I have claws.
Untitled by Joy Harjo
— To the Desert, Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Joy Sullivan, from “Soup”, Instructions for Traveling West
Turning by Victoria Chang
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
Yi Lei, tr. by Tracy K. Smith, from My Name Will Grow Wild Like a Tree: Selected Poems; “I don’t want to be restored to reason”
[ID: poem text reading,
"Buried miles deep, and for what? I shrink even from myself. I wish To get out from under the sky,"
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"Eurydice's Lament" by Sean Glatch, published in Passionfruit Review
James Baldwin.
i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
Sharon Olds, “Late Poem to My Father”
the tragedy of distance is simple I want to sit on the couch with you and do nothing sometimes
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
i like your name, tathev simonyan
Letters to Felice, Franz Kafka (translated by James Stern and Elisabeth Duckworth)
I picture it soft and I ache!