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Star-bright. There were other worlds, unknown to her, that flourished and gleamed. Now she stood at the window and gazed into what had no life, no individuality, only a nocturnal landscape; the silence numbed her pain,
Gertrud Kolmar, from “A Jewish Mother from Berlin & Susanna: A Novella,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from Plays; “Helen,”
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Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from Plays; “Helen,”
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bestoed3 · 4 years
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Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra
Write as you will In whatever style you like Too much blood has run under the bridge To go on believing That only one road is right.
In poetry everything is permitted.
With only this condition of course, You have to improve the blank page.
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"mouse002" by Heera Cha on INPRNT
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"Black Heron" by Julia Griffin on INPRNT
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"482" by Diego Fernandez on INPRNT
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bestoed3 · 4 years
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Do not write a history except that of your wounds.
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Hafiz, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from The Gift: Poems, “We Have not Come to Take Prisoners,”
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Bitter no more, free at last of my fears,
Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “The Offering To Nature,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems of M. T.; “We Shall Not Escape Hell,”
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I am an incomplete person but a good one at heart.
Sarah Berhardt, from a letter to Jean-Mounet Sully wr. c. January 1874 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: “Bohemia Lies by the Sea,”
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There is something bleeding to death inside me but I don’t know what it is.
Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Miles Johnston
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bestoed3 · 5 years
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But it was impossible to not hear the animals, because I looked at them and understood, instantly, and it was like looking at a sentence and understanding the words, all of it coming to me at once."
Sing, Unburied, Sing
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