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“I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that love is a constant terror of loss.”

— Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. by Czeslaw Milosz, “A Word of Orphists,”

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this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

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Goatsong, Leila Chatti

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All praise to the inexhaustible labyrinth of cause and effect which, before unveiling to me the mirror where I shall see no one or some other self, has granted me this perfect contemplation of a language at its dawn.

Jorge Luis Borges, "Embarking on the Study of Anglo-Saxon Grammar," from Selected Poems

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“Now sometimes in the evenings, I am lonely / with dread.”

— John Ashbery, from “Proximity”, Wakefulness: Poems

[firstfullmoon]

when mary oliver said “i tell you this to break your heart by which i mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world” and when warsan shire said “ya allah if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day”

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also elena ferrante “she was taking on the job of sticking a pin in my heart, not to stop it but to make it beat harder”

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and ross gay “in witnessing someone’s being touched, we are also witnessing someone’s being moved, the absence of which in ourselves is a sorrow, and a sacrifice. and witnessing the absence of movement in ourselves by witnessing its abundance in another can hurt. until it becomes, if we are lucky, an opening”

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and ellen bass “you may have to break your heart but it isn’t nothing to know even one moment alive” and jenny slate “i’d rather live with a tender heart, because that is the key to feeling the beat of all of the other hearts” and marie howe “art helps us to let our heart break open, rather than close” 

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Mary Oliver, Everything

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Devin Kelly, from “The Old Catcher Considers the Failing of His Knees"

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December 20, 1927 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor”

﹙ Text ID: I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.﹚

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“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

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“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”

Angela Jackson, from "The Love of Travelers," And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

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Devin Kelly, from "My Mother, the Day She Knows the Ones Who Died ​in the Shooting"

[olreid]

tragic overliving as being unable to escape the story you’re in, from emily wilson’s mocked with death

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Past Lives, Future Bodies, K-Ming Chang

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I Know Your Kind, William Brewer

[havingapoemwithyou]

against death by Noor Hindi