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i have to read this book little by little cause each poem keeps knocking me on my ass, i’m so so awestricken, i’m genuinely gasping at each stanza.

im late to the atwood train but FUCK what a mind. hear this:

‘THE POETS HANG ON’
They know something, though.
They do know something.
Something they’re whispering,
something we can’t quite hear.
Is it about sex?
Is it about dust?
Is it about fear?

what is the reason that you use me thus? i loved you ever. but it is no matter

I LOVED OPHELIA! FORTY THOUSAND BROTHERS COULD NOT WITH ALL THEIR QUANTITY OF LOVE MAKE UP MY SUM

be buried quick with her and so will i

alas then she is drowned
—‘drowned? drowned?’
too much of water hast thou poor ophelia and therefore i forbid my tears but yet, it is our trick, nature her custom holds, let shame say what it will, when these are gone the woman will be out.

when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook her clothes spread wide and mermaid-like while they bore her up

that’s rosemary for remembrance, pray you love remember

i dare damnation

HE IS DEAD AND GONE LADY! HE IS DEAD AND GOONEEE

I’ve cut myself off.
I can feel the place
where I used to be attached.
It’s raw, as when you grate
your finger. It’s a shredded mess
of images. It hurts.
But where exactly on me
is this torn-off stem?
Now here, now there.

good quotes