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[returntomytilene]

‘From the start they [Natalie and Pauline] spent vast amounts of time discussing, studying, reading, and writing poetry together . . . Most important, they encouraged each other to write at a time when the artistic output of women wasn’t taken seriously by most critics or the public. Their relationship acted as a kind of poetic tonic, inspiring in each a passion and dedication to verse. Natalie’s first book of poems would be published the summer after they met. Pauline’s, appearing a year later, was the direct and unequivocal result of her relationship with Natalie. In fact, without Natalie as an impetus, it’s entirely possible that Pauline might never have pursued her poetic talent.’

— Suzanne Rodriguez, Wild Heart: A Life (2002)

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[mythologyofblue]

When he looks at me I am lost.

Knut Hamsun, Pan