…air spiked with moonlight, covering my own flesh, turning me into a magical thing.
Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993
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“she often felt the need of—to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”— Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
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“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910
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“Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.”— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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“I am what you will have me, weak or strong, light or dark, warm as ice, cold as flame. I burn, I burn.”— Dylan Thomas, from Early Prose Writings & Stories; “Spajma & Salnandy,”
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