Grigor Narekatsi, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Book of Lamentations: Conversations with God, from the depth of my heart"
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from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Your bosom"
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Paruyr Sevak, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Your unripe love"
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Leonard Cohen, from The Book of Mercy (1984)
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Florence Welch, 2023 🧜🏻♀️
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Poppies”
[Text ID: “My body is a bruise, purpled with loss. / I am tired of swallowing your name, / finding ink on each of your shirts, / red petals in the pages of books.”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Definition Of”
[Text ID: “To come to you willingly— / even now I ask foe this ache.”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “The Pond”
[Text ID: “Who was I to prevent / your sinking, to call out, when / nothing in this world deserved / you?”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “The field that resists naming”
[Text ID: “You are taking a class in / indifference. / You want to be able to ignore / his hands”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Incantare”
[Text ID: “Someone has replaced your heart / with raw meat. / That delicacy. I’m working on a trick / where I come across sated. / Where I don’t remember how to be ravenous.”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Pigeons”
[Text ID: “Sometimes I can’t believe my heart, / how it continues. / how it isn’t black and withered, / how the chambers remain clear / the beat plain and perfect.”]
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Pigeons”
[Text ID: “The most brilliant part of / you exists to haunt me:”]
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Here is the knife that kills me in your hand. To prove it I let the blood myself.
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
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Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
[Text ID: “What kills live? Only this: neglect. I knew I was neglecting myself.”]
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Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never mind. No one will notice how much is missing from the inside, will they?
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
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I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries
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