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“This intangible, invisible, infinitely possible thing is killing me.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffany Beuscher written c. July 1962
Though the air is thin and his blood is thick, The beat of the heart goes dim.
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I know your sadness bleeds
inward, like a nick in the wrist made more sick by your picking.
— Jill Khoury, from “My mother speaks to me from the grave, again,” published in Barren Magazine
Source: barrenmagazine.com
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colors are light’s suffering and joy.
johann wolfgang von goethe (via 7-weeks)
Source: visual-poetry
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Overflow gently — don’t drown.
Albert Camus, Notebooks (1935-1951)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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I am angry with you. Which was it? Did you abdicate to beauty or pain? Say pain. It is easier for me to understand.
— Jillian Weise, from “The Body in Pain,” Beauty is a Verb: The New Poetry of Disability
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My life is one out-of-body experience / after another.
Amorak Huey, from “The Girl on the Unicycle“ published in Cotton Xenomorph (via lifeinpoetry)
Source: cottonxenomorph.com
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Reaching out to her is like drinking from a memory.
Edgar Allan Poe, Selected Letters
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Source: wordsnquotes.com
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What in our blood drives this hearse / we call hope?
William Brewer, from “Letter in Response to a Letter from My Son,” I Know Your Kind (via lifeinpoetry)
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Regarding loss, I’m afraid to keep it in the story, worried what I might bring back to life, like the marble angel who woke to find his innards scattered around his feet.
— Kaveh Akbar, from “Soot,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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You didn’t come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here.
Alan Watts (via quietlotus)
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Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
Richard Brautigan, "Deer Tracks"
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You don’t get to die
and be reborn the same.
You come back,
but you come back wrong.
This is the price you pay
for resurrection.
Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via 7-weeks)
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There are days when I give up on my body
but not the world. I am alive. I know this. Alive now
to see the world, to see the river rupture everything with its light.
— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Heavy,” published in Poem-a-Day
Source: poets.org
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Your loneliness
is a letter I read and put away, a daily reminder in the cry of the magpie that I am
still capable of inflicting pain at this distance.
— Robin Becker, from “Yom Kippur, Taos, New Mexico,” All-American Girl
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You have to keep finding it, keep having it find you.
Anne Carson, from The New Yorker: Short Stories; “1=1,” (via 7-weeks)
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A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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I live in a body that does not have enough light in it For years, I did not know that I needed to have more light Once, I walked around my city on a dying morning and a decomposing body approached me and asked me why I had no light
— Daniel Borzutzky, from “Let Light Shine Out of Darkness,” The Performance of Becoming Human
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And why is this language clogged with trains that run only on dead-end tracks that never end?
Adonis, from “Afflictions,” from Concerto Al-Quds, published in Kenyon Review Online tr. Khaled Mattawa (via lifeinpoetry)
Source: kenyonreview.org
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What currency is your grief?
Muriel Leung, from “This Is to Live Several Lives,” published in Nat. Brut (via 7-weeks)
Source: natbrut.com