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"Ecstacy" by Elsa Gidlow

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I go out and there she is, still of course, sitting on the nest, dead-center invisible in our flowing, still young and staked acacia; crown an almost perfect circle, dark greens blurring now in this high wind, wrestling it, compliant too—and you have to stand still and look in to see her, there where the wind splits open the head, slashes the branches, and you see her—heart, jewel, bloom, star—I can’t help but look, wind-slicings keep revealing her, felt-still, absorbent of light, sound, gaze, idea—

“Undated Lullaby” from Sea Change by Jorie Graham

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“Like Water” by Leo Vroman from Modern Dutch Poetry edited and translated by Hans Koningsberger

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“Only come to me— get closer and closer to me. It will be beautiful, I promise you.”

Henry and June: From A Journal of Love: the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin 1931–1932 by Anaïs Nin

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Paul Verlaine’s description of Arthur Rimbaud, in Les Poetes Maudits.

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What a miracle she is, when she sits among the grasses like a flower,

#160 from The Complete Canzoniere by Petrarch

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Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde

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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho (compiled and edited by Anne Carson)