Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “Nephele,” wr. c. 1967
The apple in my hand is my heart. I am Eve if Eve were a coward– I am too afraid to learn its true taste.
I know for sure that even without the wings Icarus would have burned. I know because I have no wings
and I stare at the sun until it blots out the burn of my soul.
Nicholas Hely Hutchinson. Summer Night in a Garden
(C.B)(1.8.19)
1/01/2019 (1-3/?)
I started out as a girl without a shadow, in iron shoes; now, at the end of the world I am a woman full of rain.
— Lisel Mueller, from “Letter from the End of the World,” The Private Life
i kiss your water, love
—no hearts martyred
in the rising ebb
Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
Lisa Robertson | On Painting | Lisa Robertson’s Magenta Soul Whip
Alice Notley | Overmodeled Skull | Culture of One
“I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.”
— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner