Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.
– Paul Theroux
Still
I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I dart the revere.
– Emily Dickinson [XLV]
Michelangelo, Dying Slave (detail)
Always Hear Me
I whisper to you through the hours
all your names my ear of shadow
I think you can always hear me
I think you can always hear me
You
you burn me
– Sappho, fragment 38 translated by Anne Carson in, If Not, Winter
When You Are Around
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