Patti Smith, from the introduction of Devotion
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"Attention is the beginning of devotion."
Mary Oliver
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An excerpt from the end of a letter where Mary Shelley rejects the advances of her long-time friend Edward Trelawny, 26 July 1831:
"My name will never be Trelawny. I am not so young as I was when you first knew me, but I am as proud. I must have the entire affection, devotion, and, above all, the solicitous protection of any one who would win me. You belong to womenkind in general, and Mary Shelley will never be yours.
I write in haste, but I will write soon again, more at length. You shall have your copies the moment I receive them. Believe me, with all gratitude and affection,
Yours,
M. W. Shelley."
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Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?
Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions
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Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
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Sometimes, all you had to do was exist to be someone’s saviour.
Keigo Higashino; The Devotion of Suspect X
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Sometimes, all you had to do was exist to be someone’s saviour.
Keigo Higashino; The Devotion of Suspect X
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As a Thanatos devotee, I normally tend to hate the story of Sisyphus. I however usually see the Greek tales as metaphors for how the Greeks saw elements of the world interact with any other. Finally I decided to put some thought into the tale of Sisyphus, and finally I understood. Sisyphus hid death from the world, and his punishment was the torture of repetition. It’s a metaphor for how valuable death, Thanatos, is for us. Ares freeing Thanatos was a metaphor for how without Death there is no glory or passion in life. Without Death, or change, we are all suffering in stagnant repetition.
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Jimmy Santiago Baca, I Am Offering This Poem
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
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