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Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
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Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; "''Round Midnight,"
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The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
- Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza,” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma, 2014
[ID: "Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back, and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steall all the flowers. Come back. Just come back…" /ID]
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Mahmoud Darwish, from "In the Presence of Absence," originally published in 2006
fav autumn and winter ❄️
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"See, you find motivation in getting burned once or twice, but some feel their flesh heat up and never touch the fire again, they live, they sometimes may live well, but they forever live in cold. they never feel the warmth of the sun, see, from then on the bright light hurts their eyes forever."
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Virginia Woolf, from A Room of One’s Own
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— Clarice Lispector, from “The Stream of Life.”
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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "Magdalene: The Addict"
Text ID: I liked Hell, / I liked to go there alone / relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. / The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then?
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— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
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Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse
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Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]
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“You can never really go back to the same waters. Not only are you no longer the same, but neither are the waters you left. The current has changed. The elements of nature have affected the stream. When you return, although it appears the same, it really is a different river and you are a different person. Therefore, you cannot cross the same river twice.”
— Alice Walker
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Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson, from Violets and Other Tales; “Love”