“When he died I opened myself to death, the way a fallen tree opens itself to the wild.”— Kaveh Akbar, from “Portrait of the Alcoholic with Home Invader and Housefly,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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“But the wolves have a way of arriving at your hearthside. We try and try but sometimes we cannot keep them out.”— Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Company of Wolves”
“When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?”— Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein (via victoriajoan)
“You outshine everything, even the sun / at its zenith.”— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Michael R. Burch, from “Poems for Akhmatova,”
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But when the evening came I wept. I wept bitterly.
Pain was everywhere. Sprang out of everything — Spread everywhere. Into everything— And then lay on top of me.
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