The poem has opened a door. Love has walked in. It’s a beautiful thing when this happens.
Devin Kelly, from Ordinary Plots: “J. Estanislao Lopez’s ‘What the Fingers Do’”
An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings
— clarice lispector, the stream of life
Cosmos (1980)
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Trista Mateer, Honeybee
[image description: screenshot of highlighted text from an article that reads, “whenever I read a poem, I’m asking, “Does this save my life a little?” /end description]
when kosinski wrote “i’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as i know i am completely loved.”
Sylvia Plath, from “Wintering.”
Sylvia Plath, from “Lady Lazarus.”
Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars
“I am yours. If I died this moment, I am yours. Forget me. Forget me and love me again as you did the first time. Forget me and come back to me again.”— James Joyce, from Exiles: A Play In Three Acts
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