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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"
Mary Oliver, "Felicity"
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
-Sylvia Plath
"Summer is growing old and everything is flowing into a single melancholy murmur"
~ Tomas Tranströmer, from "The Cuckoo"
{Tumblr User: @poetryatmost (x)/ Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps/ Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923/ Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from 'Imitations of Drowning'/ Emily Dickinson, from "No crowd that has occurred" (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Franz Kafka, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913/ Tumblr User: @poetryatmost/ Listy Tamtego Lata, from Letters of Summer Past/ Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream/ Alex Dimitrov, from "Love," in Love and Other Poems}
july seeps into august like the blood of a cherry on your white blouse. i want to get better. another summer drowned at the bottom of the pool, another summer spent with red stained lips and the smell of tart sleep and liquid tylenol. i want to bite my teeth into life and suck on the marrow, but i am swallowing my cherry pits. i will get it right next time. i will wash it off you, clean.
w. r, on the death of summer & baptismal promises
first august morning; windows open, the smell of petrichor