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“I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings —

But what will you do without your hands
to be human?

I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun —”
― Louise Glück, Averno

“As I turned over the last page, a wave of sorrow enveloped me. Where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real? To distract myself, I walked out into the night; instinctively, I lit a cigarette. In the dark, the cigarette glowed, like a fire lit by a survivor. But who would see this light, this small dot among infinite stars? I stood awhile in the dark, the cigarette glowing and growing small, each breath patiently destroying me. How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now, which the stars could never be.”
― Louise Glück, Faithful and Virtuous Night

“I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.”
― Anne Sexton

“You were
sunrise to me
rise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew”
― Charlotte Mew, The Complete Poems