I kept being alive
when I should have been burning:
I was Joan, I was Lazarus.
Louise Glück, from “Saint Joan,” Poems 1962-2012
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I’m very fond of the stars.
They burn with unrelenting determination and unwavering strength.
And when the time comes, their powerful souls unleash one last display of pure energy and beauty before they die.
They never fail to fascinate me.
{G.g} (via unwritteniswritten)
I can be feminine in all my rage.
I can be girl and woman, and claws with teeth.
Watch me burn.
Venetta Octavia, from “Sekhmet, Not Pin-Up Girl,” Prelude to Light
In the dream,
I wake & nothing hurts.
The sun scorches &
I burn, I burn—
Venetta Octavia, from “Desert Sky,” Prelude to Light
If, the girl whispers, / I do not go into the fire / I will not be able to live with my soul.
Adrienne Rich, from The Fact Of A Doorframe; Poems Selected & New, 1950 – 2001: “Leaflets” (via abattoirette)
How can I teach her
some way of being human
that won’t destroy her?
Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Solstice Poem from Two-Headed Poems (via weltenwellen)
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