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derangedrhythms · 9 hours ago
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And then you and I, were silenter.
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, from ‘Going to Him! Happy Letter!'
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derangedrhythms · 13 hours ago
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She calls him and rejects him (she loves him).
Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from 'Hiss of the Axe', tr. Keith Cohen
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derangedrhythms · 16 hours ago
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Anne Sexton, Words for Dr. Y.; from 'Letters to Dr. Y.'
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house-ad · 2 months ago
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derangedrhythms · 16 hours ago
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derangedrhythms · 18 hours ago
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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Jonathan Safran Foer, from ‘Everything Is Illuminated’
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derangedrhythms · 23 hours ago
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…like an angel, all flame.
Nikos Kazantzakis, from 'Report to Greco’, tr. P. A. Bien
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derangedrhythms · a day ago
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Eros had pierced me through the heart with his sharpest arrow.
Erica Jong, from ‘Sappho’s Leap’
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derangedrhythms · a day ago
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'There is more than one good way to drown.'
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems: Juvenilia; from 'Epitaph in Three Parts'
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derangedrhythms · a day ago
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Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; from 'To The Reader', tr. Walter Martin
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derangedrhythms · a day ago
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But it's love that does us in.
Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘February’
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house-ad · 2 months ago
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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Did anyone escape this curse of the body?
Janet Fitch, from 'Chimes of a Lost Cathedral'
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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John Donne, from 'The Good-Morrow'
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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This hunting for yourself, slyly observing your own tracks – in a circle, of course; this pretending to throw yourself into the stream of life and then at the same time sitting and angling for yourself and fishing yourself up in some peculiar disguise!
Jens Peter Jacobsen, from 'Niels Lyhne', tr. Tiina Nunnally
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; from 'The Fallen Angels'
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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I'd like to echo the sentiments of Jonathan Harker when I say: What shall we do? what can we do? How can we escape from this dreadful thing of night and gloom and fear?
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derangedrhythms · 2 days ago
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Who has heard the Crow's love-whisper?
Ted Hughes, Adam and the Sacred Nine; from 'The Crow came to Adam'
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house-ad · 2 months ago
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