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Edgar Allan Poe, The Sleeper

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That inability to uproot oneself from the abyss, to rise with green wings above the dry abyssal depths and escape lightly without fear of the burning sun.

Vicente Alexandre, from Destruction or Love

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—Ursula K. Le Guin, "Men-an-Tol, the Nine Maidens, Dingdong Mine, and Lanyon Quoit", Hard Words: IV. Walking in Cornwall, from Collected Poems

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Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Today, When I Could Do Nothing," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems

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The wound, / the past, is still bleeding.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

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Josy Britton Liz’ Lilies

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Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968 Acrylic on watercolor paper mounted on wood fiberboard panel (Hardboard) Dimensions39 3/16 x 25 ½ in. (99.5 x 64.8 cm) Collection: Kate Rothko © Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society

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Bernard Descamps

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