February 2012
“But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten...”
– Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker
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“I’ve had enough of sleepless nights,
Of my unspoken grief, of my tired wisdom....”
– Rumi
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“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem
“I don’t have a shadow anymore, either. Ah my shadow, my dear shadow. I should...”
– André Breton, from “The Forest in the Axe,” trans. Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow
January 2012
