Reading Quotes

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from Songs of Love and War: Afghan Women’s Poetry[Text ID: “My lover rests near where the flowers ar

Mona Sa’udi, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. &a

Clarice Lispector, from ‘The Man Who Appeared’, Soulstorm: Stories (trans. Alexis Levitin)[Text ID: 

Paul Eluard, “Absence”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)[Text ID: “And over my body your body s

Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)[Text ID

Walt Whitman, ‘We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d’ (selected lines), Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “what the

Emily Dickinson, ‘A sepal, petal, and a thorn’ (Poem #19), The Collected Poems of Emily Dickin

Walt Whitman, excerpts from ‘Calamus’, Leaves of Grass (1860 Facsimile Edition)[Text ID: “I am silen

Novica Tadić, epigraph to ‘Monkey Business’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)[Text ID: “rem

Albert Camus with a pertinent message for our current world situation. 

Paul Eluard, “Being”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen) [Text ID: “Your intricate light handsBor

Antonio Porchia, Voices (trans. W.S. Merwin)

Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1926), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga

Mary Oliver, from “After Reading Lucretius, I Go To The Pond”, Blue Horses: Poems (2014)

Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic[Text ID: “At

Moikom Zeqo, ‘When I’m Alone’, I Don’t Believe in Ghosts: Poems from ‘Meduza’ (trans. Wayne Miller)[

Moikom Zeqo, ‘Tonight’, I Don’t Believe in Ghosts: Poems from ‘Meduza’ (trans. Wayne Miller)

reading The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence and can i just say omfg

Jacques Derrida, excerpts from The Post Card, in Cinders

Baudelaire’s Intimate Journals are proving a real hoot

Octavio Paz, ‘Place’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers

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