so tired of being human I want to be a flower
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Something in me wants more. I can't rest.
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
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Tell it to the bees (2019)
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Susan Sontag - “Death Kit”
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Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; "Suddenly, Summer"
[Text ID: There were days I didn't go out / and days I couldn't remember. / Sometimes I sat at my desk / watching the trees outside blooming, / as if we had nothing in common. / They had the sun, / I had the sun through a window. / They were beginning, / I was unsure what I was.]
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Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
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james lloyd cole
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e.e. cummings, “first robin the;”, from 95 Poems, Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “since becomes why:
old turns to young
(winter goodbye)
april hello,”]
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— Worm Moon, Mary Oliver
[ text ID: In March the earth remembers its own name. ]
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I notice everything. I choose to let you know which things I noticed.
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Fernand Toussaint (Belgian, 1873-1956) - The Window
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