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Phantom Pain Wings, Kim Hyesoon
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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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“It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.”
— Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon
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Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
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Phantom Pain Wings
BY KIM HYESOON
TRANSLATED BY DON MEE CHOI
Alice Notley in conversation with Ariana Reines
Prophecy is Alive and Well and Living in Paris
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Anna de Noailles, translated by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Dazzled, Precise,”
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Jenny Holzer, It's Hard To Know...
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“I am sick of haunting myself from within like an old house.”
— Erica Jong, from “Bitter Herb,” Witches (as seen in Becoming Light: Poems New and Selected)
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“Ruins that are not ruins, but hymns of luminous memory.”
— Hélène Cixous, from Coming to Writing and Other Essays, tr. by Deborah Jenson
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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
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John Burnside
Ruin, Blossom
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May Sarton, from "The Autumn Sonnets", Collected Poems: 1930-1993 [ID'd]