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Rainer Maria Rilke

O how complete I was, nothing calling, nothing that divulged me; my stillness was like a stone’s over which the brook makes its murmuring. But now in these spring weeks something has slowly broken me off from the dark unconscious year. Something has given my poor warm life into the hand of someone random who… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke

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Sylvia Plath

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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Wallace Stevens

The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard, Since what she sang was uttered word by word. It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind; But it was she and not the sea we heard… — Wallace Stevens,… Continue reading Wallace Stevens

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