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Kim Addonizio

Intimacy The woman in the cafe making my cappuccino — dark eyes, dyed     red hair, sleeveless black turtleneck — used to be lovers with the man I’m     seeing now. She doesn’t know me; we’re strangers, but still I can’t glance at her casually, as I used to, before I knew. She stands at… Continue reading Kim Addonizio

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Emily Brontë

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it;… Continue reading Emily Brontë

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Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –   The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air –   Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –   And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King Be… Continue reading Emily Dickinson

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D. H. Lawrence

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave,… Continue reading D. H. Lawrence

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William Blake

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.” ― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. Like his other books, it was published as printed sheets from etched plates… Continue reading William Blake

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