Simone Weil, “Void and Compensation” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology
[Text ID: “I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.”]
“In March she was graceful. In March she was broken.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Spring Lullaby,”
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“ Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; “Saba”
“[ID: all the letters i have written you
(an empty hall of echoes)
swirl where the wind has left them]
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“ Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; “Bohemia Lies by the Sea” (tr. Mark Anderson)
“[Text ID: From my ruins, I wake up in peace.
From deep down I know, and am not lost.]
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I very much felt the inner necessity to grow.
Anaïs Nin, from In Favor of the Sensitive Man: Essays; “The New Woman,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
crecer, crecer hasta que mis ramas alcancen el cielo
Hanging out in the clouds | Details, Cephalus, Iris, by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin (1774-1833).
hoy quisiera vivir en una nube