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memoryslandscape: “A thousand dreams within me softly burn” — Arthur Rimbaud, from “Evening Prayer,” Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works (HarperCollins, 1975)

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damagestats: “I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.” — Richard Siken, The Torn-Up Road (via poetryhoeharry)

galeru:Madonna in Glory, Carlo Dolci 1665-1675.

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nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”— Anna Kamienska, from 1969 (The Notebook, 1965-1972) “Why should I believe there are poems waiting for me which I am not writing? Because I miss them, these shadows

shipwreckofthesingular: —Richard Jackson, from “Basic Algebra”—Stephen Crane, “In the Desert”