I Look At You As If I Were Looking For The First Time.
I look at you as if I were looking for the first time.
Adriana Szymańska, Ode to a Man tr. Regina Grol
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Above my own life on a crippled wing I soar, oh, I soar
Julia Hartwig, On the Heights tr. Regina Grol
It is all an illusion (which is nothing against it, for illusions are the most valuable and nessecary of all things, and she who can create one is among the world’s greatest benefactors),
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
I was suddenly some safer form of fire.
Ada Limón, What Remains Grows Ravenous
here's Love and Death in the same breath
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
As far as words go, crying is louder and weeping is wetter.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Portrait Bust of a Woman (detail), Roman, Antonine Period, 140-150 AD
Photo by Erika Dufour
Remains of colour on temple columns.
I take the soil in
my clean fingers and to say
I weep is untrue, weep is too
musical a word. I heave
into the soil. You cannot die.
I just came to this life
again, alive in my silent way.
- Ada Limón, Invasive
It is a mistake therefore to compare someone writing about his own life to an exhibitionist, since the latter has only one desire: to show himself and be seen at the same time.
Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion
FOR RENT: / an empty sky
- Agata Tuszyńska, Classified Ads tr. Regina Grol
