Crocus in pot - Inge Schiöler
Swedish , 1908-1971
Oil on canvas , 33.5 x 27.5 cm.
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Crocus in pot - Inge Schiöler
Swedish , 1908-1971
Oil on canvas , 33.5 x 27.5 cm.
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Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful
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Ada Limón, from "The Hurting Kind"
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and i know there is violence in me: sharp edges, sudden storms, the way i can adore something until it breathes and then feel it curdle overnight into this bone-deep grief.
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A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm
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Ada Limón, from "The Hurting Kind"
I think of you often. I think of you often, and I remember.
– Ahdaf Soueif, from “I Think of You,” I Think of You: Stories (Anchor Books, 2007)
Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: Poems Uncollected in Books (1956-1960); from ‘Approximations’, tr. Cecilia Rossi
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