February 2011
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“When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,...”
– I Shall Not Care, Sara Teasdale
January 2011
153 posts
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“They won’t frown always—some sweet Day
When I forget to tease—...”
– Poem 874, Emily Dickinson
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“I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you...”
– For The Dead, Adrienne Rich
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“And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no...”
– And You Must Die as well, Beloved Dust, Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“No, forgive me.
If you are not living,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you
have...”
– from The Dead Woman, Pablo Neruda
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“But death goes about the earth also, riding a broom
lapping the ground in...”
– Death Alone, Pablo Neruda
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“I do not know, I am ignorant, I hardly see
but it seems to me that its song has...”
– Death Alone, Pablo Neruda
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“I see, when alone at times,
coffins under sail
setting out with the pale dead,...”
– Death Alone, Pablo Neruda
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“There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading...”
– Death Alone, Pablo Neruda
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“When a life is over,
the one you were living for,
where do you go?
...”
– from Killing the Love, Anne Sexton
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“I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that...”
– Killing the Love, Anne Sexton
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“She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb...”
– from For My Lover, Returning to his Wife, Anne Sexton
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“She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks...”
– from For My Lover, Returning to His Wife, Anne Sexton
In the next life, I want to be a beauty.
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“I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow...”
– Mirror, Sylvia Plath
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“Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still....”
– The Goose-Girl, Edna St. Vincent Millay
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