"What did my fingers do before they held him?- Sylvia Plath
What did my heart do, with its love?"
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“Black skies of metal. Pale and mournful.”— Georg Trakl, tr. by Will Stone, from To The Silenced: Poems; “Winter Dusk,”
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Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Fog Land,” wr. c. 1956
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“Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”
Vincent Van Gogh
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