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— Franz Wright, from “For Frank Stanford,” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)
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“maybe it was you who woke me today in the dark; I know you’re still around here somewhere.”
— Franz Wright, from “For Frank Stanford,” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)
“My hands reach for you, through the absence we endure, beyond the aching.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
“There are no tears able to wash the kisses of death.”
— Delmira Agustini, from The White Book: Poems; “Sweet Elegies,” c. 1910
“I have not released my heart.”
— Christine Lavant, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “Horror of Total Persecution,”
“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach c. April 1876
“Perhaps I should not have learned to adore pleasures that could not last?”
— Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “Her Lament,”
“In the graveyard of the sea there is nothing but eternity.”
— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Mediterranean,” wr. c. 1932
“after you’re the sad girl / you don’t get to be anything else”
— Nicole Shanté White, from “I Write Live Until It Is Lie,” published in glitterature for the mobs
“I miss your arms wrapped around my body. I miss your hands running up and down my spine. Please come over and hold me so I can forget about the world. Please suffocate me and promise you won’t let go. I want you to hug me so tight that I can’t even breathe right. I’m ready to die in your arms, because I’m finally home again.”
— so happy i could die | Patreon | Instagram
“I long for you and for our fairy tale.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann, from a letter to Paul Celan written c. June 1949
“I have had it all and want it back again,”
— Virginia Adair, from Living on Fire: A Collection of Poems; “Having It All,”
“It will never be finished.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye, from Words Under the Words: Poems; “The Art of Disappearing,”
“I have only you in this world. You are always with me. It’s better than a song in the blood. I only have you, and I love only you.”
— Doris Dana, from a letter to Gabriela Mistral written c. April 1949
“Daydreams were what kept me going, day after day, and I had no right to them.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “A Polygamous Casanova,”
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To heal, you must learn to be alone.
b.p, writing prompt #32: write about healing (via wnq-writers)