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[…] all I have ever touched or said to others becomes only the rehearsal for you […]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath: excerpt from a letter to Richard Sassoon, 22nd November 1955

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Let me name the stars for you.

Richard Siken, Crush; from ‘Snow and Dirty Rain’

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…my endless, secret wound.”

— Nikos Kavadhias, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Marabou,”

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“an excess of night, of silence.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972: A Musical Hell; from ‘Dirges’, tr. Yvette Siegert

[disorienteddreams]

La Belle et la Bête (Jean Cocteau, 1946)

[virtuallyinsane]

Source.

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a mad conjunction of stars

Waldo Williams, Centres of Cataclysm: Celebrating Fifty Years of Modern Poetry in Translation; from 'The Dead Children', tr. Damian Walford Davies

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M Self Portrait / 目の前にある狂暴な青い空

[mithymnakarsida]

[derangedrhythms]

Angels, come breathe with me.

Mary Szybist, Incarnadine; from 'Invitation’

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The silence had become ghostlike…

Nikos Kazantzakis, from ‘Report to Greco’, tr. P. A. Bien

[kittenplaylist]

valerie a týden divů (1970)

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...the dreadful specter of her morbid imagination.

Marianne Fritz, from 'The Weight of Things', tr. Adrian Nathan West

[undinesea]

Toshio Enomoto, A Tree in Full Bloom under the Moon at Kyoto Imperial Palace

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Hindering – Haunting – Perishing –

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, from ‘Fairer through Fading as the Day'

[shisasan]

“It’s tempting, emptiness”

— Vladimir Nabokov

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“Feed me the berries of dark.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems, “Poem for a Birthday”