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Sylvia Plath

Tulips The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.    I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.    I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.    I have given… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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Adam Zagajewski

My contemporaries like small objects, dried starfish that have forgotten the sea, melancholy stopped clocks, postcards sent from vanished cities, and blackened with illegible script, in which they discern words like ‘yearning,’ ‘illness,’ or ‘the end. They marvel at dormant volcanoes. They don’t desire light. — Adam Zagajewski, “Small Objects,” Eternal Enemies: Poems. Trans. by… Continue reading Adam Zagajewski

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