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“
How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
— Lisel Mueller, “In Passing” (via oofpoetry)
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“I have the choice of being constantly active or instrospectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; July 1950 - July 1953.
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