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Anne Sexton

And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, “My need is more desperate!” and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out. ― Anne Sexton, from… Continue reading Anne Sexton

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Kurt Vonnegut

Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why. ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. (pp. 76-77) Published by Delacorte (1969)

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Sappho

THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom. Sappho, “The One Who Loved Not Poetry,” Greek Poets… Continue reading Sappho

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Zelda Fitzgerald

Something in me vibrates to the dusky, dreamy smell—a smell of dying moons and shadows. — Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. (Bloomsbury Publishing PLC; New edition edition October 6, 2003) Edited by Jackson R. Bryer & Cathy W. Barks; Originally published 1985.

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Vladimir Mayakovsky

Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed. The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams I have no cause to wake or trouble you. And, as they say, the incident is closed. Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind. Now you and I are quits.… Continue reading Vladimir Mayakovsky

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Edmond Jabès

At the end there is double despair: that of the writer, / and that of the witness. — Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions , Vol 1 [The Book of Questions, The Book of Yukel, Return to the Book] (Wesleyan; Rev. ed. Trans. from the French edition September 15, 1991) Originally published 1963.

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