August 2012
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Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the...
– Ann Patchett
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The conclusion is to live
for oneself
because all the rest can’t reach you
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– Isabel Cadenas Cañón, from “To Leave” (translated by Kenneth Heaton and Margarita Larios)
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I will try to live on earth without you.
I will try to live on earth without...
– Polina Barskova, from “During the Fire of Moscow” (translated by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky)
What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?
– Leslie Marmon Silko, The Turquoise Ledge
You picture your mother as a tree
– somehow that makes it easier.
A silver...
– Shazea Quraishi, “Still Light”
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Water, you are a lace wedding-gown
I slip over my head, giving birth to my...
– Pascale Petit, from “What The Water Gave Me (VI)”
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Sometimes I worry I will die before I will write the books I feel compelled to...
– Kate Zambreno, “Pussy Riot”
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I consider myself a success story. Because I am alive I mean, and because I...
– Lidia Yuknavitch, “Explicit Violence“ (via songbookhayashi)
I arrange my memory in readiness for the grave,
Put spices in her shroud and...
– Máire Mhac an tSaoi, “One Year After” (translated by Louis de Paor)
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There is no need for you to leave the house. Stay at your table and listen....
– Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (translated by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins)
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There are rooms I won’t enter, at whose threshold I say
this is as far as I...
– Timothy Donnelly, from “Globus Hystericus” (via proustitute)
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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of...
– Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via oofpoetry)
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Kafka said, A book
must be an axe
for the frozen sea
inside us, which sounds...
– Matt Rasmussen, from “Elegy in X Parts” (via proustitute)
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sincerelyexistential-deactivate asked: As an amateur poet, I'm wondering who are some of your influences as a writer?
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Sometimes, immersed in his books, there would come to him the awareness of all...
– John Williams, Stoner
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My hours are married to shadow.
– Sylvia Plath, from “The Colossus”
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Remind the fallen fruit
Of its leaves and branches,
Remind the sharp thorns...
– Yehuda Amichai, from “Anniversaries of War” (translated by Benjamin Garshav and Barbara Harshav)
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Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of...
– Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H. (translated by Ronald W. Sousa)
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You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?...
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”
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We walked on the river bank in a cold wind, under a grey sky. Both agreed that...
– Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 10 November 1917
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As I walked I looked at the dark basalt hills, and at the cactus and shrubs and...
– Leslie Marmon Silko, The Turquoise Ledge
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After they all leave,
I remain alone with the poems,
some poems of mine, some...
– Dahlia Ravikovitch, from “Surely You Remember” (translated by Chana Bloch and Ariel Bloch)
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Whatever I touch crumbles to pieces.
– Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (translated by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins)