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Zulaikha Abu Risha, tr. by Clarissa Burt and Nathalie Handal, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “Khobayza”
Sappho, If Not, Winter (translated by Anne Carson)

“At six I lived in a graveyard full of dolls, avoiding myself, my body, the suspect in its grotesque house.”

— Anne Sexton, from Those Times… in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

“…he said loudly “I am not dying” and I said “for me you are.””

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

“what is your death but an old belonging,”

— Anne Sexton, from Sylvia’s Death in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

You danced with me never saying a word. Instead the serpent spoke as you held me close. The serpent, that mocker, woke up and pressed against me like a great god and we bent together like two lonely swans.”

—- Anne Sexton, The Death of The Fathers

So much of what we learn about love is taught to us by people who never really loved us.

— r.h Sin 

“My most distant love – when I dream of you I wake in a field so blue I drown.”

— Danez Smith, from Don’t Call Us Dead—

When he’s not looking at me, I search for my reflection on the wall. All I see is a nail on which a painting hung.

Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Joanna Trzeciak, from Miracle Fair: Selected Poems of Wisława Szymborska; “Drinking Wine”

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